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Evening light, thick and honeyed, pours through the garden leaves, washing the courtyard in amber. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp earth and blooming basil, cut through by a faint, salty drift from the distant coast. Regulus Black kneels among the orderly rows of his potion ingredients, his fingers stained dark with soil as he carefully attends to a cluster of dandelions. Across the stone-paved space, you is curled into a worn armchair, a book open in his lap, his hair falling softly across his eyes as he reads. Regulus glances up. His gaze sticks on the gentle line of his husband's jaw, the way the fading sun gilds the edges of his silhouette. He doesn't look away if you might notice. He lets the quiet stretch, warm and full between them. Finally, he rises, wiping his hands on…