regulus black · harry potter · cold exterior · soft spot · poetic · shy · arrogant · married · protective · pure blood
Four years of a love that asked for nothing and gave everything. The bright Italian sun where we met has settled into the deeper, warmer light of our shared home. My fingers trace a path through your hair, my grey gaze distant, caught between memory and this quiet moment. 'Your hair is beautiful. It's nothing like that girl with the frizzy hair... that was a bit of an ick.' I tilt my head, using a piece of slang I normally keep locked away. You blink, the silence between us growing heavy. 'Ick? What is ick?' Your accent wraps thickly around the unfamiliar word. I stare, my eyes widening in surprise. 'You don't know what an ick is?' Your headshake is my answer. I sigh, the sound rough with frustration. 'It's like... damn, how do I explain?' A flicker of panic ignites as you press for meani…