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Fireworks Of My Heart [dir. Li Mu Ge]

#☆‧₊˚ i'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror `` face {sirius} ✩

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"Probably is the best you're going to get." She tells him, and it sounds... dry, but even lighter than she intended it to. She thinks if this was anyone else, anyone that had tried to court her in the past, she would probably be seething with anger by now. Somehow she can read the amusement in him, and somehow it disarms her once again. With a small sigh, she shakes her head. The very thought of her sister made her ache, and her cousins too. It was a burden to love your family so fiercely, and yet to be at odds with many of them. "I don't believe that Regulus would have done this." She tells Frank. "I don't believe that it's in his nature. He may be... he may be a Death Eater, but I don't believe that he has ever been the kind of boy who would attack innocent children. Or me. I don't believe he would attack me." A hint of sadness, before she straightens her shoulders in the face of it. "Of course, one can never be sure. And as for Bellatrix... her nature is a different matter entirely."

The challange in his voice, his probing question — it all surprises her. She looks back at him with stubbornness. "Bearing pain with grace is a virtue, as my mother always said." She challanges back, uncertain why. She shouldn't humor it. Her arms cross over her chest, her eyebrow arches. "I've had worse hurts than this." And she thinks, fleetingly, that she should shoo him away before he can fret more, before he can make her feel this strange sense of care with any more intensity than he already is. She doesn't understand him. She doesn't understand herself right now, either. "But — I do have essence of Dittany upstairs. There is no skill in healing magic required for that. If the marring of my smile worries you so much, I'll let you help me use it."

“probably?” brow raised, failing miserably at concealing his amusement - it was the closest he would get to her assuring him that she would try not to do anything irrational. he hadn’t much thought about his soul in quite some time, when he had chosen the auror line of work - it came with the understanding that not every day might end with peace and that was without his work with the order. “we can see how long that lasts” shaking his head slightly, “you mentioned blood wards - do you think this is your sister’s work or one of your cousins?”

she had a point and taking a look at the damage around him - he couldn’t say he wouldn’t have said the same thing, which was infuriating in itself, “does the scratch hurt?” his gaze challenging, it was funny how the littlest of cuts can cause a storm of agony. her question had caught him off guard - he hadn’t taken a second to even assess his own injuries, “i don’t think so –” his own lips matching the smile that she was sporting, “i’m sure i’ll find something to complain about tomorrow”

#☆‧₊˚ slow motion & double vision in a rose blush `` threads: / frank {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ i don't like your tilted stage `` threads {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ plot drop `` two meetings / an attack {cissa} ✩

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They let out a breath, a steadying one. Sirius can be good at this, when they try very hard. They can be steady, and strong, for the people that do the same for them. Sirius will be a rock for her, for this woman who has treated them so well for all of their life.

There is a grief that Sirius has to swallow past, and their fingers shake slightly when they squeeze her hand. "You are useful." They tell her. "Molly, you're —" Sirius forces themself to look in her eyes. "You're more useful than you can ever know. You're the heart of this place." The world can be cold and awful, full of pain. Sirius has seen it all first hand. There is no surity in it, there are no promises that any of them will be safe ever again. But Sirius finds the words spilling out, despite that. "They will all be okay." Sirius says. "I promise you, Mols. I'm going to save your brother if it is the last thing that I do. I'm a stubborn bastard, you know that."

She didn't have to look up to know who it was -- "any chance you've become a skilled legilimens?" she joked - or at least she tried too. maybe it was the pain she saw in their eyes or that if anyone felt like a warm blanket right now, it was sirius black.

"i can't see my parents - seeing them, seeing their fear -- i can't do that. i was supposed to be useful here, you know? what is the point if i can't even save my own brother? fabian refuses to join - i don't doubt he's out there losing his mind as he works his leads and i'm here" it felt like word vomit, word after word - tumbling into a mess that she could barely decipher. "i'm sorry too --" eyes glistening, "peter is going to be okay" she knew was a hypocrite to offer them that solace, but she would rather be a fool clinging on to hope than someone who accepted the other outcome.

#☆‧₊˚ tag tbd `` threads / molly {sirius} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ plot drop `` two meetings / an attack {sirius} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ i'm geting tired even for a phoneix`` threads {sirius} ✩

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The smile on Regulus's face was a familiar one. Evan had seen it what seemed like a thousand times. It was rote. It was expected. He returns it savagely. A grin like a knife, a twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, yes." He says, a soft sigh. "They're not going to like this one. Poor little things are going to be so scared. Our Dark Lord does love to give us these gifts." He reaches out and rests a hand on Regulus's shoulder. They were attacking a place that ought to have belonged to him, after all. This little school they had made out of an ancestral Black Family home. If it had been a Rosier estate, Evan would have rather burned it to the ground. "We're making a step toward reclaiming part of your legacy, Reg. Aren't you thrilled?"

Location: The Death Eater's Meeting on the Eve of December 21, 1984

Tag: Open Starter to any Death Eaters at the Meeting

Sometimes bad things have to happen in order for you to good. This was such a time as Regulus joined in with the cackles and dark smiles of loyal dark servants gathering to celebrate their mission. His absence would have been noted, but he has plans to disappear once the masks go on. No one would be the wiser that his presence was no longer among them as they created chaos at the yule celebration. His stomach turns at the thought of the death that is going to following in this groups wake - again, he has to let it happen to cover his true mission - one only he knows about. He doesn't let the sickened look sour his face, he keeps up the dark grin and turns to one of his companions, "Finally, we are allowed to make a true strike against the Order that will hurt, this has been a long time coming."

#☆‧₊˚ we never had a shotgun shot in the dark `` threads {evan} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ plot drop `` two meetings / an attack {evan} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ like the battle of troy `` threads / regulus {evan} ✩

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Fleabag  |  2x06

#☆‧₊˚ it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti hero `` musing {sirius} ✩ #&& regulus ✩

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"Sirius is a puppy." Narcissa says, a gentle musing. The elder of Walburga's children had always been energetic and messy. Sirius was a star that shone so brightly they couldn't help but blind people around them, or burn them. "It isn't Sirius's fault that dogs are generally as stupid as a bag of bricks. It's in their nature." It was a familiar topic of conversation. Every single Black cousin had spent what felt like years lamenting Sirius, the perpetual black-sheep, pun not at all intended. It helped to center her, this back and forth. It helped her remember that her and Regulus generally saw eye to eye, where it mattered most — present political stances not withstanding.

She had to wonder if Regulus's sudden presence here meant something. She had to wonder if his willingness to come to her door meant that his horizons were broadening. She never expected any of them to be perfect paragons of justice. She could admit that her own ideals were more morally grey than anything else — but she was trying, she was clinging to the belief that no life was worthless, that magic was a gift and if you had it you were worthy of something, worthy of life, worthy of learning. Those were ideas that meant that Tom Riddle probably wanted to burn her school to the ground. Her breath catches, just a little bit, when Regulus offers her the assurance. She watches his eyes as he says the words, lets herself be steely and as intense as her father had always been. "A Black's word is his bond, Regulus. If you break that promise, I will enact retribution." The words weren't harsh — she knew he wouldn't expect anything less from her. There is love in her eyes when she finally nods her head. She unlocks the door and brings him inside. The walls are lined with books, as old and as dark as their family is. "If I can point you in the right direction, just say the word. " She offers to him, a double meaning.

Regulus has his role to play and he keeps up his appearance that he won't take 'no' for answer; but how much he wants to falter under a beloved cousins eye. It would be so easy to spill to her the true intent of his request, that he has seen the error of his ways and now he must tread a thin line. Even her agreeing to keep the small secret of his visit to the school; now, he could ask her to keep the truth of his mission a secret and without a question she would do it. He wouldn't have to bare the weight of knowledge on his own, but then he would be putting her in even more danger. The minister already hates the idea of this school and if the dark lord should find out his real purpose, Regulus can't put her in that kind of danger. So instead he just gives a bemused laugh, "Well, Sirius never had much of a head on his shoulders to begin with and i'm afraid to much thinking would kill off any remaining brain cells he might actually need." It was easy to fall into insults of an elder brother he had been at odds with since the moment he came into this world.

Regulus is happy to walk with her through the halls of the school, allowing her to lead them as she explains their grandfather's personal collection was not in her office. It was exactly what he was after, but he couldn't explain what he was actually doing with the information. The fact the Minister would not like these books was big enough as it was. As expected, she won't push him. But they are stopped at the door of her office and she turns towards him catching his gaze. A promise he needs to make and how much it make shim want to loosen his tongue, to tell her everything. He had to grind down on his teeth before he can reply. "I promise you, the knowledge that I seek will not take the life of an innocent." He takes care in the way he words that. It would be up to her to interpret whatever the meaning of it was. Telling her without actually telling her.

#☆‧₊˚ if only the good die young i pray your corruption comes `` threads: / regulus {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ plot drop `` two meetings / an attack {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ i don't like your tilted stage `` threads {cissa} ✩

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“That is such a Stassi quote.”

#☆‧₊˚ the blood of the covenant`` musing {evan} ✩

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She watches him flail for a moment, watches him regret his poor choice of words. He seems to be harder on himself than she is. There was no real offense taken — but yes, Narcissa hates to be limited, and she hates to be underestimated. She was never the cruelest of her sisters, never the most bloodthirsty, but each and every one of them could be beasts when they want to be. She does not feel like the demure flower she seems to be — she is a rose with thorns, and she can cut as easily as anyone else can. But his words make her heart skip a beat, just for a moment. He paints her as something she quite enjoys. He speaks of her as if she has so much to give the world.

"I have no intention of being a tragedy, Frank." She tells him, "And I probably won't become a killer." She considers it. She could, and would kill for her family. She would kill for the children in her care, too. She's sure it would be easy to do it. The Dark seemed to come to the Black Family like it was second nature. They were born in it, surrounded by it as they grew. It was part of them. Aunt Walburga said she used dark rituals to help her conceve Sirius, and Narcissa couldn't help but see it as a good thing. It had brought her her cousin, if her aunt told the truth. Yet still, she didn't want to give into it. "You — you're wrong, too. It is beneith you. I wouldn't have you damn your soul for them."

She raises a hand, brushes fingers against the cut. The touch stings again. Frank is probably right, a scar would be unseemly, and it would probably scare the little ones when they saw her next. "It's just a scratch, really. I'm sure everyone with a true talent for healing has much bigger wounds to worry about than mine." Another small smile, though more genuine. "You're not hurt, are you?"

he couldn’t say he was a poet with his words, but he already knew he had said the wrong thing - foot in the mouth syndrome is what his mother would call it, “no - don’t –” he started, eyes closing for a second as if that could grant him all the clarity he needed to say the right thing, but in reality that wasn’t who he was. he didn’t know what the right thing to say could be - her dreams laid shattered at her feet because people would rather see the world on fire than to let change happen.

“i don’t care if you’re a lady, narcissa” he sighed, exhaustion seeping into his tone as he looked at her helpless for a second. “get your hands dirty - i don’t play into those archaic notions of what is expected of you - what i meant was, they’re not worth your soul. you have too much to give - don’t let those bastards take an ounce of who you are and to kill them, would mean to kill a part of you and by rowena, that would be a tragedy – because i think this world, this place needs more from you”

a hint of a smile toyed at his lips, “no one had to tell me, one look at sirius and you can only expect deviants from that bloodline”. it had crossed his mind – that something had failed with the wards, because however could they get in, hogwarts itself was yet to fall and that was more than likely because blood magic couldn’t be involved. “we can get right to it once we have someone look at that cut of yours –” he assured, getting up to only bend down slightly to get a good look at her, “i would offer, but your smile is too beautiful for me to fuck up and healing spells were never my forte”

#☆‧₊˚ slow motion & double vision in a rose blush `` threads: / frank {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ plot drop `` two meetings / an attack {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ i don't like your tilted stage `` threads {cissa} ✩

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"You're not fine." They say it before they can think better of it. They had followed her before they could think better of it too. Molly was...dear to Sirius, in a strange way. She had been a comfort to them a thousand times over.

It was one of her brothers, trapped out there. Sirius felt like it was one of their brothers too. Peter was one of the most important people in their life. Gideon was Molly's flesh and blood, her fear must be even worse than Sirius's.

"I know you're not fine, because I'm not fine either — none of us are, least of all you." They reach out to take her hand. "I'm sorry, Molly."

her smile was bleak at best -- she was nearly sprinting out of the meeting, she offered up what must of have been the most pitiful excuse of illness as she rushed through the doors and around the corner -- feet moving till she couldn't anymore, it didn't take too long for her to sink against the wall.

it was the pain - the rage consuming her, all the product of helplessness because while she had the freedom to move as she pleased - gideon didn't.

"i'm fine --" she croaked, not bothering to look up at whoever found themselves before, "just choking on dust --"

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#☆‧₊˚ plot drop `` two meetings / an attack {sirius} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ i'm geting tired even for a phoneix`` threads {sirius} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ tag tbd `` threads / molly {sirius} ✩

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Narcissa's attention is half focused on the world around her, even as Frank speaks. The house is chaos. Broken glass. Beautiful telescopes destroyed by stray wand blasts. The snow on the grounds has been sullied in the fight. Scorched, blood splattered against it. It makes her heart break. This place is her home — it was always supposed to feel safe. It was supposed to be a haven for the order, for the people who needed to come here and learn, for the people who trusted her with their children.

She pulls her attention back to the man before her. Frank was... someone she struggled to understand. His motives were illusive. When Sirius suggested this match between them, it had been as a best case scenario. Frank was a man who wouldn't try to trap her. He was a man who wouldn't hurt her. He wasn't dark enough to jump to curses before communication. She gave him a smile, a brief uptick of her lips, but hollow. The smile causes the shallow cut on her cheek to sting. "Beneith me. Of course. Us ladies do so loath to get our hands dirty." She gives a small nod. "Until someone comes after our homes, and the people we care for. Us Blacks are practically weaned on the blood of our enemies, hasn't anybody told you that?"

The excess of words are perhaps a sign of her shock, of the fear that flutters in her chest. She is startled through it by the softness of his voice, by the strange kind of care in it. He can help in many ways, she imagines. Even asking is help. I want someone to tell me this is all going to be okay, she thinks, and doesn't say. It would be too sentimental. "The wards," She says, instead, "We'll need help, building them back up. A lot of them are tied to me. To Sirius. The Black Family. Blood wards are the strongest, but maybe — If Bellatrix was here tonight, that may have been how they brought them down to get in. New ones might suit us better."

-- perhaps he had truly jinxed himself. he had made the mistake of calling this night quiet -- the word was enough to cause uproar in the auror office on a friday night, everyone knew what came with calling a night quiet and he had dared whispered that into the night sky. he had every intention of attending the meeting tonight before trying to catch a glimpse of narcissa black. he had wanted to see the elusive witch immersed in her world - he didn't get to see her as often as he liked, and perhaps he had himself to blame for that. what had started to be a means to an end, seemed more like the light in the dark.

then of course it went to chaos -- they should have known better, they had all been occupied in the meeting, screaming and the noise of shattered glass had them sprinting and before he knew it, he felt like he was back at the office. it had seemed like hours till the last death eater had escaped --

"homicide is beneath you" he murmured as his eyes set sights on her, and he wasn't sure how to describe the relief he felt -- it wasn't that her well being wasn't at the forefront of his mind, but narcissa black was more than capable of fending for herself - she had a school of children to prove for it. "it however is not beneath me" he muttered - fingers running through his hair in agitation, there were a few lines that frank didn't think he'd cross but the second he saw those children screaming - sobbing for their lives, it all went out the window.

"how can i help?" he questioned softly, his focus fully on her -- there wasn't really an instruction manual on how to be the most effective betrothed, but he was hoping she wouldn't hesitate to put him to good use.

#☆‧₊˚ slow motion & double vision in a rose blush `` threads: / frank {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ plot drop `` two meetings / an attack {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ i don't like your tilted stage `` threads {cissa} ✩ #don't feel the need to match length here!!! i'm insane

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( @bewitchcd — ) the battle had been a strange thing for sirius — strange in that they hadn't been able to fight in it. if there was one person that the death eaters should never see in a place like this, it was sirius. sirius, one of them. sirius, a spy in their ranks. they could only come out of the shadows when the last death eater had fled. sirius had to leave soon, had to go home and figure out why this had happened. There was one last person they needed to speak to before they left. "The world is a cruel place." They sigh, as they take a seat beside Andromeda. "None of this seems fair."

#☆‧₊˚ i'm geting tired even for a phoneix`` threads {sirius} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ plot drop `` two meetings / an attack {sirius} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ tag tbd`` threads / andromeda {sirius} ✩

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( @loneliiest — ) Sirius seeks a moment of calm. They need it. Silence, solitude, something to lean on. They slip from the meeting when it dies down, slip away so that they can breathe without the feeling of panic choking them. When they see Remus, they almost flinch out of shame. They feel weak. But Sirius always feels...safe, around Remus Lupin. "I'm going to, um —" They look up at the man, one of their oldest friends. "I'm going to figure out how to fix all of this. How to help Peter out of this mess. You know that, right? That I'm going to fix it?"

#☆‧₊˚ i'm geting tired even for a phoneix`` threads {sirius} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ plot drop `` two meetings / an attack {sirius} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home `` threads / remus {sirius} ✩

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( @loneliiest — ) "I hope you aren't feeling the cold too intensely, Miss Ross." Narcissa tells the girl. Pandora Ross, yes, that was her. She was a darling little thing. Narcissa couldn't say they were close, particularly, but circles were small these days, and Narcissa knew one of her own when she saw them. "The snow makes for a beautiful scene, but it really is hard to ward against the chill of it."

#☆‧₊˚ i don't like your tilted stage `` threads {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ tag tbd `` threads / pandora {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ plot drop `` two meetings / an attack {cissa} ✩

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( @bewitchcd — ) "Sister." She says, her voice softer than she would usually allow it to be. Andromeda, in the flesh — it was always a sight to behold. Her sister. They were Narcissa's life blood, her most precious things. For all her life, all she had wanted to do was hoard them and protect them, keep them close to her chest so that she would never need to be without them. It always made her smile when she got to see Andromeda. It allowed her to inhabit a warmer kind of personhood. "I'm glad you came tonight." She glances up at the sky. "Even the stars have come out in celebration of you."

#☆‧₊˚ i know my sister like i know my own mind `` threads: / andromeda {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ plot drop `` two meetings / an attack {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ i don't like your tilted stage `` threads {cissa} ✩

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Sometimes Narcissa feels like a shadow, a shadow of herself. She was always a creature that someone had created in their heads — people saw what they wanted to see when they looked at her. Her parents saw a tool to further their own reputations, her old friends saw a golden ticket, suitors saw a girl with a good name and a fortune who could give them beautifu babies. Even when they had been teenagers, Alice was one of the only people who saw Narcissa for what she was, a real person with real wants and real needs.

Narcissa loved her almost as if she was family. When Alice ran away, Narcissa had been jealous — but it had been an inspiration for her, too, proof that girls like them could survive without the households they were raised in, without the approval of their mothers and fathers. She can feel her walls breaking down the moment that Alice looks at her, becuase Alice knows her better than anyone. "I'm fine. Yes — I'm always fine, you know that." She nods her head, and then, with more honesty: "I'm scared."

It was not supposed to go this way. Alice wasn't worried about herself. She never worried about herself. She could look after herself. She was worried for Narcissa. This event was supposed to be good, showing light. And yet again the Darkness overrode. it only made Alice think more and more of why she was fighting this. It made her feel a little guilty, for hiding away here in Scotland. It was even worse considering that that weren't even safe here. It almost felt like she couldn't quite do her job correctly. But then, she just had to remind herself that she was only one woman, and she could not do it all.

When it had all settled down, or at least, a little, Alice went out to find her best friend. One, she wanted to know that Cissa was okay. At least physically anyway. After making sure the children and their parents were safe, Narcissa would always be next on her list. Luckily, it does not take her too long to find him. "Cissa..." She murmurs, reaching out for your friend. "I'm fine." She was absolutely fine. "Are you okay?"

#☆‧₊˚ whatever our souls are made of yours and mine are the same `` threads: / alice {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ plot drop `` two meetings / an attack {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ i don't like your tilted stage `` threads {cissa} ✩

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Narcissa inclines her head, looking at Regulus with a critical eye. She liked to think that she had a good eye for mischief, and a sense for trouble. His face truly was dear to her, that sweet boy who she worried so fiercely after. Admittedly, there wasn't a day that went by when she didn't think about her cousin, wondering if he was okay, wondering if he would ever begin to see things the way that she did. "It will be our secret." She tells him, and she means it. She knows she shouldn't be invitinga. death eater inside, but she cant help it. She loves him. She would kill for him. She would damn herself for him, if only he asked it of her. "All it does is confirm my doubts in the competency of aurors and ministry officials. You were quite smart not to go into ministry work, like our dear Sirius did."

A breath slips out of her chest, and her shoulders soften. "Walk with me, Regulus." She tells him, and leads him back up the stairs again. "I moved all of Grandfather's personal collection into my office. Too dangerous to risk little hands sneaking in to, you know? I'm sure that there are books in there that the Minister would... well, yes." She hesitates only when she gets to her office door. "I will let you study, Regulus. I will not pry into what you are doing — only because I believe if you want to tell me, you will do it of your own accord. But you must promise me one thing, before I open this door." She turns to look him in the eye. "Promise me that you're not going to use any of the knowledge in those books to hurt innocent people."

he's an unexpected visitor and honestly if you had told him just a few months ago he would walk the halls he would have laughed; it's one of the least place one might expect to find Regulus Black, not to say it had anything to do with the head mistress herself. He can honestly say he liked Narcissa better then anyone in his family and this particular visit was one that had nothing to do with the different sides paths they had took. he greets her with a nod of his head; "I thought it had been too long you may have started to forget my face, I had to come and change that." That was at least a viable excuse, but not the real reason for his visit. But Regulus already assumed Narcissa knows that, she's smart, just like him and it's more then familial bonding that brings a Death Eater to her doorstep, even if the dark mark he bares his hidden by long sleeves.

"They obviously are not doing their work very well, because here I am." But that was how he wanted it to be and he was going to say so as much. "Since you are my favorite cousin though, perhaps we can keep this little visit between you and I?" It's the smallest of favors in which he is about to ask for. "I do have another request to make of you. I need to do research in your library and in particular, the forbidden section." He quiets his tone, "I'm sure there's a few books there that the Minister wouldn't like."

#☆‧₊˚ if only the good die young i pray your corruption comes `` threads: / regulus {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ plot drop `` two meetings / an attack {cissa} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ i don't like your tilted stage `` threads {cissa} ✩

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( @franklcngbcttoms — )

Sirius is good at acting. They have to be good at it. Their life depends on it, now. They must act as if they are the perfect pureblood prince. They must act as if they saw the error of their blood-traitor ways a long time ago. They have been acting, in one way or another, for their entire life. Sirius lives their life behind a facade, and so few people can see through to the other side of it.

Sirius, too, is bad at regulating their emotions. Hotheaded, spitfire, emotional wreck. Mad, people say — madness ran in the Black Family, they all had a touch of it here and there. Sirius has a broken heart and panic is swelling in their chest with every day that passes. Their frieds are captured. Peter is captured, and Sirius does not know how to help him. Yet still they smile at Frank. "Well, look what the cat dragged in." They greet, settling down before the Order meeting starts. "Professor chic suits you, Longbottom."

#☆‧₊˚ we're young and we're reckless `` threads / frank {sirius} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ plot drop `` two meetings / an attack {sirius} ✩ #☆‧₊˚ i'm geting tired even for a phoneix`` threads {sirius} ✩