lost boy.

he is dangerous not because his teeth are made of daggers       and his eyes are made of sniper scopes      and his bones are made of rifle barrels. he is dangerous not because his steps leave land mines in the earth      and his voice fractures like bursting grenades      and his tongue dances with cyanide foam no, he is dangerous because he shines like a galaxy lost in space      and he burns like a thousand dying stars      and he reels you in as effortless as gravity no, he is dangerous because you will walk into the black hole at his heart      with gratitude singing soft on your lips      and hands clasped close in holy prayer

I just can’t get rid of the feeling that I am a bad person with a good heart. I always want to do the right thing but in the end I’m fucking things up. In the end I’m always fucking things up.

he learned to love the way he knew to fight, with harsh hands and brutal body, never unguarded yet always intense. but you see,  the trouble was i have never wanted to be anyone’s war.

And I still mourn the person I could’ve been; that gullible child  that never grew quite right.

“You know what I’m talking about, Regulus. Your tricks have been quite a bit of a show.” Lucius reiterated, clearly amused and annoyed by his childish performance. “Do you still have to go back into training?” He asked, eyeing the boy. Examining him as if he was a fine specimen to look at. Clearly, Lucius wasn’t quite sure how to regard of him, he was a Black after all, member of a fine pureblood lineage. “Regulus. You do know what kind of organization you placed yourself into right? Clearly you have observed how well cousins perform, Do i expect the same from you?” Lucius, asked, giving him the benefit of the doubt. 

“and i think you’re full of it, malfoy.” the words were almost spat, growing irritated fast with the boy’s interrogation. “i don’t need to train.” he was thankful they were alone this early in the morning, otherwise he’d have been much more careful what he said. but he was right, he defended; “there’s a reason i got my mark before the rest of you lot.” by this point, the youngest black was practically hissing his words, tone soft and malicious. “you can believe, or expect whatever you want, but i know where my loyalty stands, lucius.” lies. “so if you can say that too, then i’d like to think we’re on the same page.”

“You’re not the only one tired, kid.” He muttered, clearly Lucius was taller than him. “Have you had your nice share of games? Jinx? Bat-Boogey Hex?” Lucius snarled at him. He knew who he was under the hood. “Child’s play, Black. That doesn’t suit you.” Lucius said, nodding his head towards the arm of the other boy. “If I were you, I would have taken advantage of the moment. And I did.”

the last thing that regulus needed right now was lucius bothering him. “oh, would you ever piss off, malfoy?” he rolled his eyes, gaze shifting to avoid meeting the other’s. he was right; reg had been given a chance, given an opportunity that few others had, and he’d refused to take advantage of it. but he wouldn’t admit that to the boy. “quit talking nonsense.” the mark on his arm stung more than usual, but he ignored it with his usual haughty expression, suppressing a scowl.

Lucius as always, wore his black suit to class the next day. He was exhausted from the happenings before given that he had a lot of participation in it, and some of which he did not anticipate would happen. Nonetheless, He had to wake up early to avoid suspicion. Walking around the corridors, placing his hand in his pocket, his face was indifferent, the drowsiness still occupying his mind when suddenly someone bumped into him, or could be the other way around. He hadn’t notice given that his mind was still blank. “Piss off.” he hissed, waking up into his senses.

regulus was wrecked. between the time he’d spent running around and firing harmless, if nasty, hexes and jinxes ( and pretending he was casting unforgivable curses like everybody else on his side ) and then dealing with the aftermath himself, he was ready to collapse. he’d been unable to sleep the night before and it had certainly taken it’s toll on the smaller boy. scrubbing at tired eyes with two balled fists, he offered no mercy to the boy who’d bumped into him — someone he had, in fact, been trying to avoid ( along with the rest of them, of course ). “lucius, in the nicest way possible, go screw yourself.”