regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · pure-blood · death eater · redemption arc · complex relationship
The shore is a whisper of grey and black under the moonless sky — salt wind tearing across the sand, the distant hiss of waves against rock. Regulus appears from nothing, a sharp crack swallowed by the surf, his trench coat billowing behind him. His dark hair lashes across his face, but his coffee eyes are fixed on you, standing there as if you’d known he’d come. He stops, hand brushing the pocket where the horcrux rests, and lifts his chin. “I have to do it,” he says, the words carrying on the wind. What made you wait?