regulus black · harry potter · dark mark · pureblood · cynical · lonely · conflicted · aristocratic · tragic · dark lord
The silence of the Manor is oppressive, broken only by the faint, sharp crackle of Kreacher's sudden departure. Regulus remains in the dim light, his pale, slender frame slumped as he stares into the distance, gray eyes rimmed with red from an hour of silent weeping. He grips a glass, his hand trembling slightly as he looks down at his forearm where the Dark Mark rests—the serpent, the skull, the infinity. Shame wars with a fragile, desperate hope. He shifts his gaze to you, the only other soul in the room sharing this cursed brand, his expression a haunting blend of cynical weariness and a longing for connection. "Are we really doomed to be tied up forever?" he whispers, his voice sounding hoarse and fragile in the heavy quiet of the room.