[ regulus seems to decompress a great deal once they're inside the manor proper, and sirius is grateful for it if only because it's less likely that his brother will bolt on him.
for sirius, it feels like being thrust underwater - cold and suffocating and heavy from all sides. he's never loved these halls, and the painful, angry nostalgia creeps back in like a poisonous fog. echoes of memories that all bounce around in his skull, clear as if they'd happened yesterday. he'd been unhappy here, dreadfully unhappy, and once he'd left he'd hoped to never return.
yet here he is. and bloody hell, he'd nearly forgotten about kreacher, the nasty, twisted little imp that he is, and regulus is right to hold up that hand because sirius is surging forward, mouth open to fling a scathing rebuke, but he bites it back. he hardly needs regulus to protect him, whatever that little monster says means nothing, but he has tact enough at least for the moment to give in and glower at the elf instead, until he's moving off to complete his tasks, muttering quietly as he goes.
pocketing his wand, sirius snorts derisively, but lets it go. ]
You hungry?
[ he's got a thousand questions, yeah, but they've got time. ]
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for sirius, it feels like being thrust underwater - cold and suffocating and heavy from all sides. he's never loved these halls, and the painful, angry nostalgia creeps back in like a poisonous fog. echoes of memories that all bounce around in his skull, clear as if they'd happened yesterday. he'd been unhappy here, dreadfully unhappy, and once he'd left he'd hoped to never return.
yet here he is. and bloody hell, he'd nearly forgotten about kreacher, the nasty, twisted little imp that he is, and regulus is right to hold up that hand because sirius is surging forward, mouth open to fling a scathing rebuke, but he bites it back. he hardly needs regulus to protect him, whatever that little monster says means nothing, but he has tact enough at least for the moment to give in and glower at the elf instead, until he's moving off to complete his tasks, muttering quietly as he goes.
pocketing his wand, sirius snorts derisively, but lets it go. ]
You hungry?
[ he's got a thousand questions, yeah, but they've got time. ]