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124 ~  ❝I know who killed me.❞

                 eyes drifted across clouds fading from one color to another, filled with a bittersweet sort of NOSTALGIA that regulus couldn’t quite place. it was tradition to -  when he could - sneak up to one of the higher parts of the ground, and watch the day leave him. what wasn’t tradition, was having company.  a slow drag from his spliff was the closest peter would get to a greeting from him; he was polite enough to offer the other a drag for himself, afterwords. 

                                                     “ i know who KILLED me. “ 

               the words, barbed and illogical fell from his lips effortlessly. he doubted this had been what peter expected when he stumbled his way onto him. then again, he doubted peter had many expectations at all regarding him. “-killed me. who’s CURRENTLY killing me. it’s all the same, isn’t it ?? “ a lopsided grin.