#marsy asks

Barty was panting heavily as he backed out of the bloody room. Even now, it didn't get rid of the fact that the blood was on him as well. It stuck to him like a second skin, yet he didn't feel regret for the two bodies he left dead. They deserve it. They deserve every hit, every slash, and slice. They deserve it for everything they have done for Regulus. Regulus. Barty's feet carried him up the stairs, knowing his way around the place after the dozens of visits his family had been invited to. He knows his way to one room that holds a broken angel. Barty didn't think he had just moved, the knife still in his hand and blood still on his clothes. He got up the stairs and left at the end of the hall. R.A.B., three letters read on one of the doors, with a simple spell, he opened the door. The room itself hadn't changed, an organized mess on the desk, the many shelves of books against the wall, and the large bed in the corner. Part of Barty hoped Regulus was asleep and hadn't heard what he had done. Of course, that wasn't likely when he looked into those silver pools. Regulus was awake, sitting up in his bed, dressed in a dark night shirt and covered in his silk sheets. His hair was a mess from being woken from his sleep. "Barty?" he called out, a voice of an angel. Hearing his name, Barty came, stepping closer before pausing. He wanted to hold Regulus to keep him close, yet it felt wrong to touch him. He was perfect, too perfect for Barty's bloody hands to touch. "You're free," he stated, instead standing near the bed. Regulus gave a nod, already expecting that when he woke to his mother's screams, not of her being mad but her finally feeling fear. He should feel bad, angry, or just anything, yet he didn't; he felt nothing for the parents that were now dead in the room below. "Barty," he called again before moving his blankets. "Please?" That simple plea, so small, so inviting, how can Barty say no? He sat, though he knew he was staining the sheets badly, yet Regulus didn't seem to mind. He instead moved closer, cupping Barty's face, feeling the blood splattered onto it. "Thank you," before leaning in and kissing Barty's lips softly, which brought a jolt through Barty's heart. It wasn't their first kiss, no, but it felt so different now that Regulus is free, now that Barty finally got rid of the two people keeping his angel trapped. Barty's vision blurred when he opened his eyes. When they had to pull away to take a breath, when had he started crying? He didn't know, nor could he bring himself to care. "Don't thank me, I will do anything for you," and he is willing to keep that promise.