oo1. [Accidental Video]

[the_noble_black]

[The video feed clicks on with a wet, sopping sound. The sound of waterlogged fabric slipping along itself. There's a resounding thud as the figure crashed to the floor. It's hard to see, at first- whirling, obscuring robes, collapsing in on itself, water flung off of fabric and skin and blurring the camera.

Black, waterlogged hair, clinging to soft, pale cheeks. Gray eyes, visible just for a moment, before the boy convulses on his hands and knees, retching, emptying murky water from his mouth, his throat, his lungs. The water tinges pink; blood stains at his lips. He trembles, shakes, screams, and the weight of his wet cloak overpowers him, drags him down into the ground his nails scratching bloody marks into the floor as if he's still drowning. There's only a flash of his left forearm, but the traces of a tattoo should be burned enough into the memory of anyone who cares to recognize it.

But this isn't about Regulus Black being a Death Eater, it's about Regulus Black being dead.

Or- close enough, anyway.

The feed goes black after another long moment]

Comments

[bunny_flower]

Now is hardly the time for games.

[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

I'm not playing any.

[bunny_flower]

I need to know what was done to you so your injuries can be healed.

[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Severus will take care of that. I don't need a strange woman looking after me, thanks.

[bunny_flower]

Snape-san can vouch for me?

[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

If he can, I'll come around later.

[Number one rule of survival in a wizarding war: NEVER TRUST STRANGERS.]

[bunny_flower]

You will not have to come. I can go to wherever you are.

[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

I'll figure it out, alright?