#vaarulv

the question? it was dumb. but this was remus and quite honestly she didn't expect anything other than what she got. and there were no complaints about it either. with everything that was going on, his goofiness was a very welcome part of her day amongst everything else that was order or war related.

an exhale past lips as she offered him an apologetic sort of smile, hand reaching out to gently pat his upper arm as though to offer some comfort.

The laugh that leaves him is hoarse, breathy —cruel. Heartless. The rain around them drowns it almost completely before it flies too far from the little ramshackle hut they’ve taken cover in on this failed walk his wolf just had to drag him on. He catches that phrasing as it passes, mulls it over, turns it in his mind, on his tongue. His Wolf. Funny how quickly possessiveness can take over, when the leash has been offered. 

                                                     “ ruin my life and never leave me ”

What a way to say it. He likes it however, he’s never much enjoyed carnage and what interest he’d had was long lost– but the idea of breaking him, putting him in his place– next to him, with him, loving him— brought back the shadows of it. They’re close, breath warms his skin and he smiles— dark and terrible, like withered hands in dark water. Green eyes, blown out, fixate on that smile, his lips, and Regulus smiles even wider. The cat who swallowed the canary, and made the puppy it’s pet.

A lithe hand slips onto a thin hip as another buries itself in tawny hair and clenches tightly. Mine. “I’d intended to do just that.” He drags him into a rough kiss, to mark as much as he can as his. Mine. Heady desire to shatter all traces of his brother, their friends, burn away those useless ghosts and affix an idol of himself in every corner of his lover’s heart. But that’s a conqueror’s way, too brutal and graceless for his taste, better to be like poison— to slip even further inside him, to make his wolf sick with him, to let him notice too late just how much that little sentence, the submission to Regulus’s affections— has ravaged his life beyond repair and he’s too corrupted to be saved. 

Mine.

WOLFIE SCOFFING SOUNDS