oo1. [Accidental Video]
Dec. 9th, 2011 08:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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]
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]
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Date: 2011-12-10 08:53 am (UTC)Regulus...
[This really isn't going to end well, especially when Tom finds out that his brother is here. Now he has to make sure his idiot brother stays away from the future dark lord.]
What the hell are you doing here?
[Because anger is an easily accessible emotion right now. Not necessarily at Regulus (though there perhaps is some) but to the likes of Tom and even more so the Animus for bringing him here.]
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Date: 2011-12-10 03:54 pm (UTC)-dying, apparently. Good to see you too, brother dear.
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Date: 2011-12-12 07:18 am (UTC)[Seeing his brother like this and hearing his brother talking about his own death is not something that he ever wanted to deal with again.]
Anyone else coming to get you, Reg?
[He doesn't even think about the nickname that he hasn't used for years as he gets up and grabs a coat, getting ready to leave the house and head to the lake. His brother may hate him, but he's not leaving him out there to freeze to death.]
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Date: 2011-12-12 07:25 am (UTC)[He knows that Sirius would want to- but he doesn't think he can handle it right now. Better it be Snape; much less emotional, much more cold and clinical. That's what Regulus wants right now, that's what he needs.
Besides, if Sirius showed up while the damned potion still tore at him, he'd probably start crying in guilt. That was the last thing anyone wanted.]
Severus is on his way.
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Date: 2011-12-12 07:38 am (UTC)[He's dressed to brave the cold weather, but he hasn't quite left yet. He'll see his brother, he'll make sure of that, but if Regulus doesn't want to see him he'll just have to be sneaky about it.]
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Date: 2011-12-12 07:42 am (UTC)[He manages to prop himself up against the wall, panting heavily and staring out into the room- the PCD catches his profile, he hasn't quite caught onto the fact that Sirius' voice is coming from it yet.]
I could tell you how much I loathe you.
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Date: 2011-12-12 07:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 08:03 am (UTC)[Quiet. It's not a demand- he's not strong right now. He can't fend off the potion and figure out where he stands with Sirius at the same time, especially not now that he's died for a cause that he's never believed in. Especially not now when the potion is making him remember their fights, their yelling, the anger and rage and all the words he could never take back.
He's almost pleading with his brother, really. Don't come. Not now.]
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Date: 2011-12-12 08:07 am (UTC)You win, for now. I won't come see you yet but you've gotta keep talking to me 'til Snape gets there, 'kay? I don't really care what you want to talk about, how much you hate me, how much mother probably still rants about me, what your favorite tea to drink in the morning is, doesn't really matter. Just pretend your me and don't shut up.
[But if something goes wrong while they're talking before Snape gets there (hell, even after Snape gets there) he's grabbing his bike and flying over there, not really caring about what Regulus wants or not.]
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Date: 2011-12-12 08:17 am (UTC)[Quiet. He can agree to that- but all he can think about are his regrets, his guilt. His voice is faint, faraway.]
I'm alright with the rest of the world, but I keep thinking about that bloody tapestry. [A humorless, feeble laugh. It isn't funny.] Mum's going to see my deathdate on it, won't she? I've probably upset her terribly.
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Date: 2011-12-12 08:23 am (UTC)[He'd say that she'd probably get a heart attack and die from the shock of Regulus' death, but he knows the year that she dies and she clings to life for another few years before finally kicking the bucket.]
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Date: 2011-12-12 08:26 am (UTC)[He points out meekly but- Sirius was right and he knew it.]
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Date: 2011-12-12 08:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 08:44 am (UTC)[He coughs, and it rattles through him.]
I was always- such a disappointment.
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Date: 2011-12-12 02:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 03:56 am (UTC)[He makes a soft sound.]
That's the worst thing about you.
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Date: 2011-12-11 01:18 am (UTC)Are you that obtuse?
[TROLOLO]
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Date: 2011-12-12 07:18 am (UTC)[Voice // Private // Unhackable]
Date: 2011-12-16 02:16 am (UTC)[Voice || Private || Unhackable]
Date: 2011-12-11 02:23 am (UTC)[Because, hey, guess who knows why you went to get your butt kicked by the Dark Lord, Sirius?]
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Date: 2011-12-12 07:25 am (UTC)Do you know what's wrong with him?
[Sirius won't be happy when he finds that out...]
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Date: 2011-12-29 12:47 am (UTC)He was in the process of drowning and is now in the process of dying, for all appearances.
[He's moving around gathering potions from the sounds of it.]
I trust, after your own death charge earlier, that you have no objections to leaving off your pointless questions so that I can go stop him from doing so.
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Date: 2011-12-11 11:40 pm (UTC)What d'you want to do about him, Sirius?
[ Thank Merlin for bloody awful family tapestries or she wouldn't know what Regulus looks like. They were useful for something. ]
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Date: 2011-12-12 07:28 am (UTC)[He stop for a moment, contemplating what he wants to say. The last few years his relationship with his brother hasn't been the best, especially since he ran away from home. They were close before Hogwarts, but once he was sorted a rift began to grow between them. And now, in the eyes of the Black family, he wasn't even his brother anymore.]
He's still my little brother. Even if he tries to curse me the moment he sees me, and I can't say I'll do much better...I have to at least make sure he's alright.
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Date: 2011-12-13 07:36 pm (UTC)[ And possibly back-up! ]