regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · stoic · sarcastic · pure-blood · emotionally closed off · tragic · dark academia · romance
The sky is a sheet of lead, and a cold, insistent rain soaks the grounds. You find yourself at the edge of the Black Lake, the water a dark, choppy mirror of the gloom overhead. As you pause, a sound—soft, broken—reaches you: a sob, swallowed by the patter of rain. Across the water, a figure is hunched, robes saturated, shoulders trembling with quiet despair. It's Regulus Black. His usually impeccable posture is gone, his dark hair stuck to his pale skin. He hasn't noticed you. The air hangs thick with unspoken sorrow. Do you close the distance?