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[alt_regulus]

It's dark as pitch

behind you, the bright one

there, low in the south, with the Lyrids shooting

like hexes towards you, past you

   there: one

       another

 

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[alt_regulus]

And trust me. It wasn't a party being their only after you left.

They changed then. Got harder. Father went bitter, Mother sour.

It's good he's gone.

I wonder sometimes if she knows that, too.

[alt_sirius]

It wasn't easy for me, either. But I know now that it saved me.

You could have followed, you know.

you still can

[alt_regulus]

I didn't have your reasons to go. Not that you asked me along. But I wanted to be Father's second.

Now look who's stating the obvious. Sorry. It's just

I wanted

I'm not good at this, you know? Finding words for all this rubbish. I wanted our family--you and them and what we should have been if you just hadn't hated it so much all along or if Mother hadn't

and I know it was never what it should have been, and that's why you didn't love us

love

I don't know

with you, you know, there were times when none of the rest mattered at all? Mother could turn away and Father could thunder and it didn't matter because we were together for it all

but afterwards

I'm sorry, I just, I don't know what to say now to you

that I'm not you? and I couldn't do it like you would, like you did?

[alt_sirius]

I didn't think you'd have wanted

Besides, you always followed. Everywhere except Gryffindor.

I thought

I dunno, I guess I thought if I paved the way

No, that's not true. Not exactly. I thought you were on their side. And if you weren't, that you'd change too.

But as for the rest? Merlin, Reg. I've been drunk for about sixteen hours and I'm not drunk enough for that conversation.