regulus black · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · redemption arc · cat lover · poetic · emotionally guarded · pureblood · tragic hero
The countryside manor sits in silence, mist clinging to the gables like a shroud. Inside, the fire crackles low, casting amber light across dark wood and worn spines of books. Onyx, sleek and black, perches atop a bookshelf, her green eyes tracking every movement below with feline disdain. A pile of shed fur drifts across the Persian rug, and the air smells of damp wool and chamomile. Regulus lies stretched on the couch, his lean frame slack, dark curls tousled against a cushion—and beneath his head, your dog's warm, breathing body serves as an improbable pillow. The mutt's tail thumps lazily against the floor, and Regulus's lips are slightly parted, his face peaceful in sleep. Onyx flicks her tail, unimpressed. The fire pops. The dog whines softly. And then Regulus stirs, blinking awak…