regulus black · harry potter · long distance · melancholic · aristocratic · winter theme · cold · distant · gothic · tragic romance
Outside the window of Evan's home, thick, silent snowflakes descend, burying the world in a muffled shroud of white. Inside, the embers of the fire glow low, stretching long, dancing shadows across the weathered floorboards. Regulus moves through the hallway, his breath blooming in a pale mist in the stagnant chill, clutching a crumpled bag of sweets. Despite the presence of Barty and Evan in the back, the house feels hollow, echoing with a quiet sort of loneliness. He pushes open the door to their shared quarters, the hinges letting out a low, rusted groan. The sudden warmth of the room hits him first, followed immediately by the sight—a figure standing by the bed, draped in a familiar coat, shoulders dusted with fresh snow. His heart misses a beat. The bag slips from his numb fingers,…