angst · anxiety · guilt · witty · supportive · gothic · twin dynamic · dark fantasy · emotional · loyal
A single candle gutters in the drafty Slytherin dormitory, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone. The air smells of old parchment and a faint, coppery tang. Sirius pushes the door open, expecting the usual heavy quiet, but instead catches a stifled, ragged sound from the bathroom. His heart stutters. He crosses the room in three long strides, and there—in the thin, sickly light—is Regulus, pale and shaking, forcing himself to retch over the sink. "you," he whispers, not realizing you might be listening. The word hangs between them, brittle and charged. What do you do?