silence is violent

romania. that was where she’d gone to heal, away from all eyes she cared about and from the horror that were humans. the sibiu dragon sanctuary let her stay without many questions, as they all often did, and between crashing in the little administrative lodge, flying around and doing some small helpful tasks, there wasn’t much time to interact with others. dorcas purposefully stayed away from other people too, ignoring the faces she saw in the distance - that was until she found a face she definitely didn’t wish to see. fresh from the sky, it was as if the fire around her was inside her too when she nearly ran towards regulus, slamming against him as hard as she could ( her healing injuries were not pleased ). “ fuck you. you bloody idiot. you - “ breathing hard, there was pure rage in her eyes. fuck him and his reasons and his sob story. “ does sirius know ? “  // @isolated-lostboy

Regulus had never been fond of cigarettes but after the first real death eater mission he had a chance to be apart of, he needed something... something to keep his hands and his mind busy as his mind slowly degraded more and more. He held up his wand to the cigarette on his lips sucking in all the toxic smoke that started forming. His fingers still trembled three whole days after he left that damned place. Romania was the only place he could go- get away from all that troubled him. He was entirely different person when he was away from England, from London... from 12 Grimmauld place.  Just as he was finally getting to relax- he felt a pair of eyes on him; which was such a peculiar feeling as he knew he was alone. He turned around, mouth gaping open as he saw one of his victims (albeit he didn’t injure her much himself). He dropped his cigarette as she slammed into him, his eyes going wide as a small brush fire started. He stomped it out with his foot before it could get any bigger and stumbled back with his hands raised defensively. “I’m sure he does, I’m the Black family heir.” he looked at the words “tojour pur” tattooed on his arm.  Always Pure... Always fucking guilty.  “..what are you doing here anyways? I didn’t think you’d want to be anywhere within 500 yards of me.” 

( @isolated-lostboy. )

They had never been the closest but given the amount of remaining family left without prying eyes and harsh judgements Narcissa found herself in Regulus’ company far more often than she had when they were children. She knew him well enough to be aware that the attack may not have been something he approved of regardless of the lack of option. She had not been raised with sympathy or sincerity but he was family, and she was learning to figure it out while maintaining the cold balance that came with being who she was. “ How are you holding up? ”

Regulus’ amber eyes stared at his hands- his breath becoming short as he relived the past few days. He was turning into that dark entity he was raised to be- and he hated it. The young man balled his hands into fists and bit his bottom lip in frustration, his eyes welling in tears he wished he could hide. He sighed, closing his eyes, trying to get a grip on his emotions. As he was ready to give up and leave- never to look back, he heard a voice. “Narcissa?.... I’m okay.” he said quietly, not sure how else he could respond. He knew she probably could see through his terrible lie. 

  they were just… STANDING THERE. his friends, his family, were trapped on the inside. and the ministry officials that were supposed to be protecting them, supposed to be saving them were standing there doing a whole lot of nothing. white, hot anger surged through his veins as he pushed through the crowd towards the nearest official he could find. “ don’t just stand around here all bloody day! do somethin’! “ he growled. “ sir–it is protocol to–” immediately, sirius’s voice cut through the officials “all-business” tone. “ fuck your protocol. “ he took a step closer to the official and clearly the other shrank under the taller man’s stance. unsurprisingly, since currently sirius had a look on his face that could alone kill. he then answered, more cold, a tone resembling that of those that were probably currently torturing his own friends. “ you do something useful or step aside so i can. “ he spoke lowly. 

Regulus appeared out of his mask in civilian clothing- keeping watch as an “innocent bystander”. As he surveyed the crowd, searching for any suspicious behavior, he eyed a certain hellion. Of course, it was his older brother of all people (surprised? He wasn’t). Regulus looked around, seeing the heads of a few other death eaters also watching go up, staring at Sirius. He knew that if he didn’t go up and “take care” of Sirius, someone else would. He walked through the crowd, eyeing others every now and then as he approached his sibling. “Excuse me sir, I’d ignore him- he’s a little shocked as we all are.” he said quietly to the concerning officer, then placed his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “You need to stop- now.”

She bit her lip, struggling to contain the barrage of bitter replies and insults, far too aware of all the trouble it had gotten her in the span of only a few hours. After all, there was a reason she was being singled out once more, besides being a muggleborn. As the masked figure spoke once more, the tiniest of words, Dorcas froze, an inquisitive look on her face. With narrowed eyes and a crooked neck, she took a step forward, ignoring the wand that now was pushing against her shoulder, grabbing the man by the sleeve. She didn’t forget voices and his, so disconnected from such sounds of carnage, stuck out intensively. The woman pulled herself closer to the mask even though her eyes would not leave the relatively calm scene behind them, and whispered carefully. “ What in the bleeding hell do you think you’re doing, little Sirius ? ”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he hissed, squinting through the mask hiding his identity. His hands shook as he realized she knew who he was. Regulus gripped onto the wand in his hand tighter, eyes narrowed. Anxiety filled his body as he realized that if word got out someone recognized him he’d be finished. 

he said it like it was easy. lily scowled at the figure who stood over her. from her seat on the floor - the easiest place to sit when the beds were full of injured and sick - was hardly the simplest place to stand from when seven months pregnant. “are your eyes not working? is it genuinely that much of a problem if i just stay sat here and shut up?” 

“No, you need to move now.” he said, his face looking down at the pregnant woman. Regulus knew her through his brother- and he knew she would be especially targeted by death eaters. He felt like it was his own personal job to keep her out of as much harm as he could while also trying to seem inconspicuous. “please.” he said under his breath, almost so quiet he wasn’t sure if the redhead would hear him. 

         “ Aren’t you going to make them, dear Regulus? “ she whispers, her voice in his ear like a snake like hiss, pushing him to do what must be done. Or prove how weak he really is. “ Asking nicely won’t get you very far.” 

Regulus heard her sinister voice in his ear- his body becoming tense with fear. He was born a wizard but raised to be a monster just like his elder cousin. Regulus had his brother’s blood it seemed- no matter how far the two drifted. The young man’s eyes squinted and he silently sighed as he pressed on at the hostage in front of him. “Get the fuck up- now.” He gritted through his teeth, trying to appear as menacing as an eighteen year old kid could. 

His hands trembled as he pointed his wand, his eyes narrowing at the target. Dorcas Meadowes- a colleague and friend in a sense. “Move.” he demanded, motioning to a hallway near by. He was ordered to watch and torture her if needed. He sighed, knowing his double life would get to him eventually- would possibly ruin him. “Now.”