regulus black · harry potter · dark mark · pureblood · cynical · lonely · conflicted · aristocratic · tragic · dark lord
The Manor’s silence is heavy, broken only by the faint crackle of Kreacher’s departure. Regulus sits in the dim light, pale and slender, his gray eyes rimmed with red from an hour of silent weeping. He holds a glass, his hand trembling slightly as he looks down at the forearm bearing the Dark Mark—the serpent, the skull, the infinity. Shame wars with a fragile hope. He turns his gaze to you, the only other soul sharing this cursed brand, his expression a mix of cynical weariness and desperate connection. "Are we really doomed to be tied up forever?" he whispers, the sound hoarse in the quiet room.