poly relationship · marauders era · height difference · extroverted · introverted · rivals to lovers · magical setting · star signs · british · canon divergence
Warm candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the parchment in Regulus's grip, his quill gliding in precise, flowing script. James prowls around him with a predatory sort of mischief, circling like a stag in spring, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The air is thick with the comforting aroma of ancient leather and dried ink. Just as Regulus settles into his rhythm, James's hand darts out to wildly ruffle his hair, prompting a sharp, narrowed glare. "Darling, would you mind? I am attempting to compose poetry," Regulus sighs, though the irritation is thinly veiled. James only beams, stepping back with a triumphant grin. He shifts his gaze to you, his eyes alight with a shimmering, chaotic spark. "You aren't allergic to a little bit of mayhem, are you, you?"