#maybe 15

My contribution for @hermithorrors​ !! I got GEM!! WOOOO go check it out the zine

thumbnails, closeups and sketches below :3

im about to get to my 5th pop can of the night/day without any other liquids

“What do you think of James, in particular?” Regulus asks, reverting to the base of their conversation.

This makes his uncle pause. Alphard stops painting and gently sets down his brush, and Regulus fears that he’s possibly struck a nerve somehow. He often never realizes he has until it’s too late.

“What do you think of James?” Alphard echoes back to him, glancing over his shoulder at the boy lounging on the couch behind him.

“I’m not sure yet,” Regukus admits, “I think that’s why I’m asking you.”

Regulus barely catches a glimpse of a smirk on Alphard’s face before he turns to his painting again, “Well, then I’m not going to tell you.”

“Why not?” Regulus asks, sitting up fast enough to give himself whiplash.

“I want you to form your own opinions. I raise free thinkers in this house.” Alphard says.

“What’s the point of freedom if you don’t want it?” Regulus huffs, collapsing back on the couch again and glaring up at the high up ceiling.