Here’s to hoping (and how it kills you)
jegulus | mature | 5.8k words | for @static-radio-ao3 happy birthday darling i love youuuu <333
Oh, he is going to kill someone, perhaps himself, Regulus thinks, as he meets the eyes of the man behind the counter, the man who had just spoken his name in that cold, unfeeling tone, the man who used to speak it as if he were prying open an oyster and finding a precious pearl in every syllable.
This is not happening. This is not supposed to be happening. Regulus had planned specifically so that this would not happen. He frowns, “Why are you here?”
“What do you mean why am I here?” James scoffs, “This is my job. Of course I’m here.”
in which minor tragedy befalls regulus' nice winter coat, amongst other earth-shattering happenings