slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · abusive family · sirius black · sarcastic · intelligent · reserved · rich · french
The late afternoon sun spills through the open window of you's bedroom, casting a golden rectangle across the wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the distant sound of a French market drifts up from the street below. Regulus Black lies beside you, his legs dangling halfway out the window, one arm folded behind his head. His blue-grey eyes trace the curve of you's jaw, the way the sunlight catches their closed eyelids. He reaches out, fingertips ghosting over their cheek, barely a whisper of contact. "Hey." His voice is soft, almost lost in the hum of summer. "Do you believe in fate?"