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& sirius black
It was rare that Sirius was seen without a smile on his face. He knew that it irritated a lot of people in their family. Especially their parents. That only seemed to push him more to smile but the truth was that they should be happy when he’s smiling. It means things are okay. It means that he’s not on edge because if he isn’t smiling then that means something happened and another side of Sirius was seen but if he was being honest, he knew they preferred that side of him. The darkness that lingers underneath that not many people had seen yet. He preferred to keep it buried. He didn’t like how it made him feel.
“Oh, my apologies. I might have worded that wrong then. You’re right.” He looked around to make sure to take in all familiar and unfamiliar faces. Sirius has learned to always be on his guard, pin point every exit and always be ready. Despite what anyone may say, he’s learned a lot from what his father has said. It’s just not obvious to those who don’t know him. Someone else may just think he was just trying to find anyone else that he might know. His attention turned back to Regulus at his compliment.
“I’ll take the compliment. However backhanded it may be.” He said with a half chuckle. Sirius knew that his brother was being honest with that. He had learned to read him and the way he speaks to know the truth behind his words. Sometimes he thinks that may irk Regulus but Sirius hopes that it just shows him how much he cares about his brother. “I’m assuming mother and father have yet to show though.”
Regulus couldn't begrudge Sirius anything when it came down to it — not his natural grace and charm, not his free expression of his emotions or his desire to cling to the softer parts of himself. Just because Regulus won approval by emptying himself out and making himself a weapon didn't mean that Sirius had to do the same. Sometimes, selfishly, in the back of his mind, he wishes he could be more like his older brother. Maybe then he could be a happier person, one who smiled more often. He smiled when he danced, sometimes, but no one really ever saw that anymore.
Sirius's correction makes him feel warm, however, the easy and joking agreement. He allows himself to crack a fleeting smile, just for the briefest of seconds. It's gone before it can even really appear on his face. Sirius will like it, if he manages to see it.
"You should take it as a compliment." He says, firm. Sirius really does look good tonight. The picture of the perfect Black Heir. Fleetingly, Regulus wished that Sirius was the only member of their direct family he would have to deal with tonight. "Ah, no. Of course not. I imagine that they want to be... whats the term? Fashionably late. To a man's memorial." He rolls his eyes because he can't really resist it, and then carries on with a sarcastic edge to his voice. "I hope neither of us inherited their flair for the dramatic. No, they'll show up soon and simper and fawn for Dumbledore and his lot. I'm sure you won't even have to talk to them."
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Going to Rabastan's club is probably asking for trouble. Regulus isn't a degenerate and he doesn't usually frequent places like this, certainly not at a time when anybody could see him. But there is a strange uncertainty under his skin tonight — he gets that sometimes, moments when his skin feels too tight across his body and he needs to lose just a little bit of the tight control he holds himself under. So yeah, he was asking for trouble, just a little.
He isn't expecting to actually see Rabastan there when he goes. He leans against the bar, orders himself a drink, and lets the music wash over him. He shouldn't be surprised when he sees Rab in the mess of it all, and he shouldn't smile his savage smile at the other man. "This place is a wreck." He says, though it isn't true at all. It was actually impressive what Rab had managed to build here for himself. "Surprised you're still in business."
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& mary macdonald
With ease, Mary swiped her index finger up against the screen of her phone when her alarm chirped at her. She had been up for awhile. Only currently surviving on the quick power nap she had taken after coming home from her shift in the early hours of the morning. Her focus now was on the two news alerts that had popped up on her feed. The one that currently had her attention was the murder of Lyall Lupin and fingers were pointing to the Phoenixes as the chief suspects. They didn’t talk about it too much -- the less Mary knew, the less she was questioned about -- but Mary knew where Marlene’s allegiance lied. But this didn’t feel like something her friend would do or be a part of. Mary was certain of that much. Her concern though was with how london was going to react to this and she worried for Marlene’s safety.
The smell of breakfast pulled at Mary’s attention and she figured it was a good enough time to pretend that she hadn’t been up for a few hours now. She tugged her jumper over her head and stepped into her pair of fuzzy slippers before she made her way out to their kitchen. Her mouth waters and she chuckled at Marlene’s words. “Morning M&M one.” She leaned down a bit to give Marlene a hug of thanks before she picked up their kettle. “You doing okay,” she asked as she nodded to the spread in front of them knowing full well where it stemmed from.
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Mary was adorable, it was one of the most annoying things about her. Marlene didn't know how to be like that, someone who could instantly set people like her at ease, someone who made rooms a little bit brighter just by being in them. But then again, maybe Marlene's view of Mary was a little bit biased. She can't help but smile when she sees the other woman, can't help but relax just a fraction into her chair. Everything feels better after an awkward half-hug from her roommate.
"A little flighty, I guess." She admits, with a shrug of her shoulder. She shouldn't be, but it's that damn fear. She didn't like the idea of danger being pointed at her crew, and she didn't like the idea that it might fall back on Mary because she couldn't leave the other woman behind. She takes a long sip of her coffee to prepare her for the day, vows to try and put the feeling of fear and uncertainty behind her. She just needed to do what Euphemia said and stay as far away from the Wolf Pack as she could. "You heard, right? I hope you know we didn't have anything to do with that mess."
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Marlene wasn't heartless — really, she wasn't. She was just finding it hard to be sad about anyone's death right now. If it had been a Phoenix, or even just someone she knew better, she'd probably be a crying wreck. But right now all she could bring herself to be was vaguely worried. Worried, and wondrous at the people who had the room in their lives to be sad about things. She watches the girl with curious eyes, taking a drag from her cigarette. "What, did you know the geezer or something?" She can't resist asking, even though its almost certainly rude.
There wasn't that many things that made Cammie sad, but the memorial that she was seeing broke her heart for some reason. She wasn't even close to this person, but seeing that so many people were tugged at that little part of her that was still human. The part of her that she had run away from at just sixteen. Despite where she was now, she had a soft side. She stopped in front of the memorial and sighed, placing a flower down. "Rest in peace" she thought to herself now as she stared for a few more minutes.
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& sirius black
At events like this, Sirius knew he needed to made an appearance. Did he like it? Absolutely not. He hated these kinds of events. Everything was so gloomy and dreadful. He had gotten a message from his father to not show up late and to look presentable so for once, that’s what he did. He spotted his younger brother not too far behind as he decided to take a spot next to him. Sirius had his hands stuffed into his pockets. Despite looking pretty decent, the mannerisms were not there.
He still looked a little to relaxed but that was mostly to mask the slight fear in the pit of his stomach. He knew that he needed to be more aware. Especially of those who he loved most. He knew this life came with risks but it was not one he was willing to leave behind and leave his brother alone in. Although, was this man’s death really something to be sad about? Death was always sad but he knew that he was behind a lot of the horrible things that happened that many tried to cover up.
“I suppose you’re not wrong. Early as always.” He said with teasing tone to his younger brother.
Regulus was never anything but the perfect, dutiful son. That was true today as well. He hadn't needed to be told that punctuality was important. He hadn't needed to be told to don the BLCK label suit that was delivered to his apartment. His preparedness was expected and taken for granted, a surety in a world where so much else could go wrong. The last time Regulus had bucked his parents expectations he had been seventeen and hardheadedly determined — they were just glad that his one rebellion hadn't expanded into more. They were just glad he wasn't more like Sirius.
Sirius, bright and wonderful and as reckless as the day was long. Regulus didn't need to ask to know that their father had laid down the law regarding tonight with his older brother. Sirius was here, and presentable, and that was all Orion could ask of him — though Regulus was sure that Walburga would have something to say about his posture. For all that Sirius can be a wildcard, Regulus is relieved when Sirius enters his space and takes a place beside him. Everything seems just a little bit safer when Sirius is in the room with him.
"I'm never wrong." Regulus agrees, dull. "The world would be a better place if everybody realised that." He shoots Sirius a look, a careful arch of his brow. His brother was teasing him, and Regulus wasn't sure if he was going to properly tease back yet. "You don't look like you got dressed in the dark for once. Well done, brother dearest."
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& pandora
It seemed, at least to Pandora, that everyone wanted an excuse to throw a lavish party rather than to mourn the loss of one of the members of the sacred 28. She watched as others whispered and murmured about the possibility of murder. There were no tears shed, no words of somber shared. Just arrogance and gluttony and the wonder of what was to happen now that Flamel was gone. She was mildly curious about that considering she had tied a bit of her future to his company and his company no longer had their golden ticket. Or rather their golden drug.
Out of the corner of her eye, Pandora had spied her friend. She could recognize his unimpressed expression anywhere. Especially considering it took quite a lot to impress one Regulus Black. Though, Pandora never really seemed to have any problem, he did keep her around after all.
Pandora weaved her way through the crowd, the skirt of her dress rustling after her, and soon was behind him. She leaned up slightly on her toes before she rested her chin against his shoulder. “A rather long one, at least,” she replied and shrugged up one shoulder. “But do you really believe he lived a good life,” she asked with humor lacing her voice.
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The sound of the dress rustling by his side clues him into her presence, the familiar smell of her perfume tells him it's Pandora. She's the only one who would dare to touch him when he has that distinctly unimpressed look on his face. The only one he wouldn't gut for it, save perhaps his dearest Narcissa. The feeling of her chin against his shoulder is a comforting thing. It always makes him feel a little more human. Regulus finds himself relaxing and leaning into her space.
He does genuinely consider his question, amusement rising up in his chest already at the sound of it laced through her voice.
"He lived a life that made him richer than a King — isn't that what good means in our little circle?" A tilt of his head, a quirk of a smile. He raises his glass in a private toast, voice low and quiet just for her. "The king is dead, long live whatever monster takes his place. — and let's hope it's one that likes the Black's." He sounds amused himself now as he carries on. "People are saying his death might not have been quite as natural as one might assume. I, myself, can't see why anyone would bother to murder a man so old that he was bound to drop dead at any minute."
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Someday, Priya is going to walk down the street and not see something that makes her heart stop. There's always something going on in this city, something to catch your gaze or your attention. Priya never intended to end up anywhere near any kind of memorial for Lyall Lupin. But there it is, right on her walk home — candles and teddy bears and posters piled up on the street near the side-road where his body had been found. She stops for a moment to look at it, a show of support for this man who gladly would have put every Wolf Pack member behind bars. She wonders how she's supposed to feel about it. After a moment she shakes her head, turning to walk away and bumping right in to someone else on the street — "Shit, sorry." She half laughs, "Are you okay?"
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Regulus's eyes have always been sharp things. He uses them to find his target in every room, to track them quietly through crowds and find the weak spots and cracks in their facade. Tonight, he's looking at Andromeda — gorgeous as always in her BLCK label gown, custom made, just like his own clothes are. Druella Black would never let any of them make a high-level public appearance not decked out in the House's name and colours. They were all lucky that they looked so good in dark colours. She looked perfect, but Regulus knew better. It was tough — he loved his family, every single one of them, and that meant he adored his cousin Andromeda. But for some reason, he couldn't quite trust her. It was about the look she got in her eyes sometimes, like she was looking for trouble, or somewhere to run away to. Andromeda is a smart woman, and she knows he doesn't trust her. He can see that too, in the way that she falters just for a second when their eyes meet. He gives her a smile, sweetly polite and only a little savage.
"Andromeda." A small, cool greeting. He arches an eyebrow at her words, and considers. If he was talking to Narcissa he would make a joke — 'he has a lot of junkies, you mean?' — but he wasn't talking to Narcissa. "Well, he was an influential man. I'm sure your father is devastated at the loss of a fellow council member."
( @nxcturnals ) she shines at occasions like these . solemn circumstances or not — andromeda makes the most out of a spectacle . dressed head to toe in the perfect custom blck silhouette she pirouettes through the room of allies and competition like a human advertisement . like a picture of perfection . the ideal face to service through the people on behalf of the house of black . but after several hours of mingling and teasing and maneuvering through the characters of london elite, even she feels the strain of putting on a performance . champagne flute in hand, she excuses herself from her tenth monotonous conversation of the evening and knocks back the rest of it — not even bothering to hide her indifference . though, her composure changes once she spots her blood observing her from the other side of the room . she straightens her shoulders . it’s best to appear herself . to appear as remarkable as ever . “ regulus . ” she approaches him, careful, unsure if he noticed her brief break from grace . “ it’s quite the occasion, isn’t it ? flamel had a lot of admirers . ”
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Half the people in this room know Priya as the person she isn't anymore — years ago she was the street rat bartender working for the Wolf Pack, the petty thief who might come in handy on a job, when you needed someone with sticky fingers and nothing left to lose. She felt like the lowest of the low back then. But she wasn't that person anymore. Priya worked hard and fought harder for the life that she was living now, a life where Fenrir Greyback didn't have anything to hold over her head and no one could bully her into doing something that she didn't want. Standing in the extravagantly decorated Ministry Hotel, she's a woman who feels she can hold her head up high.
Still, Priya isn't crazy, and she's giving her ex-Pack a lot of room tonight. There were some that she might consider chatting with, some she still liked to look out for, but she wasn't putting herself in Greyback's line of sight tonight. It makes it a real relief when she sees Lily's face coming towards her. Someone familiar, someone safe, someone oh so relatively normal.
"Quite." She agrees, with a quirk of her eyebrow. "He was..." She trails off. She couldn't bring herself to lie and say that Flamel was a good man. "Well, it's an honour just to be invited, I'm sure." She doesn't really sound like she means it. Priya bumps her elbow against Lily's arm, gives her a small smile. "You look great tonight. Better be careful, or someone will try to take you home."
( @nxcturnals ) the preserved tag on the exorbitant dress she picked out for the occasion burns between her shoulder blades . it acts as a constant and humiliating reminder that she’s out of her league . that she’s not meant to be here . that she doesn’t belong in a room of blck labels and hundred pound bottles of champagne . but the hospital granted her this so-called honour of attending and expected her to demonstrate grace . expected her to be the gracious face of the frontline heroes — of the nurses indebted to people like the great nicolas flamel for his life altering inventions and poisons . it makes her feel sick . she’s prepared to dip out the second she finds her exit but pauses her escape plan once she spots a familiar face in the room . once she feels comfort in a space full of inaccessible and un-relatable strangers . “ hi . ” she reaches out to her colleague, relieved to no longer have to navigate this strange and uninviting setting alone . “ this is . . . ” doesn’t complete the sentence, but her face speaks for itself . insane . outrageous . inappropriate for the man responsible for the biggest drug crisis london’s ever seen . “ quite the spectacle . ”
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Priya doesn't want to do this, truth be told. The walk from work to the Ministry Hotel isn't a long one, but Priya doesn't want to go — why should she? To celebrtate the life of a man who has done so much damage to so many different people's lives? To mourn his loss as if it actually matters in the grand scope of the world? He was the maker of all her destructive tendencies, the person who made it possible for her biggest vice to take over her life. Priya hated Nicolas Flamel, and she would gladly piss on his grave if she had the chance.
But the invitation had been clear. They were part of this world, even if they had no strict alliance. And they were expected to attend.
Priya doesn't usually linger outside the ER to wait for people. But today she is — waiting for Mary, just in case she's going the same way, just in case she's gotten the invite, just in case her little roommate plans to drag her there. She gives a sheepish smile when she sees Mary exit the building, arches an eyebrow at her.
"Going my way, MacDonald?" The look on her face and the tone of her voice should be a familiar one to Mary, an implication that she's discussing the unspoken areas of their lives.
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he liked the ministry hotel more than he really should have. it's ornate edges and the aura of the place, all pomp and circumstances. it was the beating heart of their world, at least in London, the place where the rules and regulations of the Sacred Twenty-Eight culmunated in their power. Regulus liked the order of the place, the way that everything was perfectly aligned and perfectly organised behind the artful decor and the neutral-faced staff.
it should have been sad that they all had to gather there for this — but Regulus couldn't actually bring himself to be sad for an old man that was practically ancient. all that Flamel ever did was flood the streets with liquid euphoria, and Regulus had never even let himself try it out of fear that he would love it too much. he didn't much care that Flamel had died, and he cared even less if someone had decided to kill him. at least a good old fashioned murder might inject some excitement into his life.
he considered the memorial a waste of time, but the Black Family always had to put their best foot forward: so of course, Regulus is there. perfectly dressed, face perfectly schooled. "well, he had a good life." Regulus muses, voice a little dull in a way that betrays his boredom.
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closed to — @ofthefortified
their little flat is a safe haven, one of the most sacred places in the world. Marlene doesn't consider herself particularly relgious, but if she was — this place would be her church, her chapel, her holy place. a small handful of rooms she shares with Mary Macdonald, one of her dearest friends in the entire world. she loved every inch of it from her bed to her couch to their kitchen. and most of all, she loved living with Mary, having company within arms reach at a moments notice, having someone to go home to at the end of the day. it was one of the truly steady things in her life at the moment, and it was a safe haven that she would protect with every inch of her life. she could never let anybody take this away from her.
which was why she was scared, just a little bit. she would never admit it, but since the moment lyall lupin showed up dead, Marlene had been scared. a phoenix painted above his head? someone was sending trouble in the direction of her family, and she didn't quite know what that meant. when Marlene was scared she held on just a little bit harder to the people around her. which is why she does this, cooks breakfast and has it laid out ready for Mary when she wakes up. she's waiting too, and ready to fix Mary with a bright smile when she enters the room.
"Morning, sleepyhead."
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— is that [MILLY ALCOCK]? no, it’s [MARLENE MCKINNON], but i can see how you would make the mistake. this [TWENTY-SIX YEAR OLD] [DEMI GIRL] is a [PHOENIX]. word on the street is that they’re [RECKLESS, HARDEDED, AFFECTIONATE.] i also heard that they’re particularly skilled with [HAND TO HAND COMBAT AND SMALL FIREARMS]. they have always reminded me of [SCRAPED KNEES AND BITTEN FINGERNAILS, A HEART WORN ON HER SLEEVE, LOYALTY AND GUNPOWDER]. if you ask me, they’re the kind of person who could change the game for everyone.
character details:
Name: Marlene Gwyn McKinnon
Age: Twenty-Six
Birthday: March 16th, 1997
Gender: Demi Girl
Pronouns: She/They
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single but ready to mingle.
Positive Character Traits: Friendly, Affectionate, Loyal, Quick-Thinking.
Negative Character Traits: Reckless, Hardheaded, Self Sacrificing.
Education Level: A-Levels.
Speical skills: hand to hand combat, small firearms.
Affiliation (Current): The Phoenixes — Marlene followed her brother Marcus to the Phoenixes and never left, even after Marcus died. She considers them to be her true family and she would do anything to help or protect any single one of them. She's extremely loyal, even to the people she might not like as much as the others.
key points:
Marlene is the youngest child of Gwyn and Fionn McKinnon. She was born on a beautiful spring day, and for a while their family thought that life would be perfect. It was perfect, for a long time. A perfect family with perfect children and a perfect life. She lived a childhood full of scraped knees and loud laughter, trips to the beach and the park.
She was always obsessed with her older brother. Marcus McKinnon was the shining boy next door type with the whole world ahead of him — and oh, he doted on his baby sibling. She was always following him around the house, always trailing after him like a puppy dog. She's always been an affectionate creature, someone needy who needed attention.
When Marcus was eighteen when he moved to London for university and eventually he got mixed up with the Phoenixes. He called them his closest friends, and thought of Euphemia and Fleamont Potter like a second pair of parents. Their own parents were on the outs with him at the time, unimpressed with the way that he had chosen to live his life. So the Phoenixes were his home, and Marlene missed him like a limb.
She chased after him the second she could, the moment that she was old enough. She turned eighteen three years after Marcus left home, and packed her back the next day to go and stay with him. For a while it was just them, Marlene and Marcus against the world. He made her keep her nose clean, for the most part, got her and job and taught her how to throw a punch. The Phoenixes became her family too.
Marcus died when Marlene was twenty-four, and she's never quite recovered from it. It leaves her needy and wanting and overly protective of everybody around her. She would die before she let any of her friends get hurt. She would set herself on fire just to make them smile.
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— is that [TIMOTHEE CHALAMET]? no, it’s [REGULUS BLACK], but i can see how you would make the mistake. this [TWENTY-FOUR YEAR OLD] [TRANS MAN] is a [MEMBER OF THE HOUSE OF BLACK]. word on the street is that they’re [RUTHLESS, INTELLIGENT, AND ALOOF]. i also heard that they’re particularly skilled with [KNIVES AND AGILITY]. they have always reminded me of [RAINY DAYS AND DARK CLOUDS, SHARP BLADES AND A SHARPER SMILE, A BLEEDING HEART HIDDEN BEHIND A LAYER OF ICE]. if you ask me, they’re the kind of person who could change the game for everyone.
character details:
Name: Regulus Black
Age: Twenty-Four
Birthday: December 31st 1999
Gender: Transgender man
Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: gay
Relationship Status: single
Positive personality traits: Intelligent, quick-witted, loyal, respectful.
Negative personality traits: Vindictive, over-emotional, tempermental, insecure.
Education Level: University (Degree in Business and Philosophy)
Education History: Student at the Conservatory — Regulus attended the Conservatory for most of his childhood and still frequents the location to this day. He began dancing ballet when he was five and studied martial arts and blade-work with them.
Special skills: ballet, fighting with blades and knives, agility.
Affiliation (Current): The House of Black — Regulus was born into the family and he expects he will die there. He was raised with a sense of duty and always believed that being loyal to his family was the most important thing he could do.
key points/bio:
Regulus is the second son of the House of Black. Regulus was born, too, with a curse: a horrible desire to be perfect, and the horrible knowledge that he would never be able to achieve it. No matter what he did, he would always be flawed. Not the perfect daughter they wanted, never the perfect son either. At least he could try to strive for the latter.
He was a Black, and he behaved as a Black should behave. Sharply intelligent, he excelled in most things he tried. He quietly devoted himself to his studies. He could be sharp. He could be graceful. He could be a beautiful weapon, so beguiling and charming that you never expected it might cut you.
Regulus began attending the conservatory when he was five. He loved it there; it felt like home. He loved the dancing, loved the way he learned to move with such perfect tight control over himself. He liked it when his teachers told him that he was technically perfect, he never faltered, not even for a single step. He liked the knives as well, he liked their glinting edges and the knowledge that he could hurt anyone as badly as they might hurt him.
Regulus always knew he wasn't a girl. He put his foot down about it when he was sixteen. It was another way that he claimed control over his life. He became a much more confident person when he began his transition.
Regulus has a flaw: he is vicious and cold and angry. He keeps the world at arms length, he has armor that is impossible to penetrate.
Regulus has a flaw: he pushes people away because he's afraid they'll leave him if they know him too well, because he's afraid no one will ever love him for what he is.
Regulus has a flaw: He is an angry and vicious thing. But he can’t hold his hate for as long. Oh, it burns so brightly, and he clings to it like it sustains him. But his broken vessel spills it out until all he’s left with is himself. Regulus, alone, and desperate for love.
He made himself a weapon a long time ago. He isn't the sorry sort who hates his job, or the role he has been handed in life. He loves being a member of the House of Black, and he loves his family. He loves feeling like Royalty within their world. He loves the job, too. He likes to scheme and lie and steal things, pretty things. Give him a painting and he'll be happy forever. Tell him where to buy the rarest books and he'll love you for it. Ask him to punch a man bloody and he'll happily say yes, for the right price.
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wanted connections — regulus black
platonic/friendships:
Regulus and ______ have a common enemy and their shared hatred bonds them together.
_______ and Regulus are partners in crime who often work together.
_______ once saved Regulus's life, neither of them have created a vow but Regulus feels that he owes them a life debt.
Regulus will protect _______ from ______ at all costs.
Regulus and _______ have known each other for years and they trust each other implicitly.
______ and Regulus aren't related by blood, but he considers them to be his brother/sister/sibling.
romantic/sexual:
Regulus knows that ______ will do anything for him and intends to take advantage of it.
______ and Regulus used to be together; they've broken up and have decided that they're better off as friends.
Regulus and ______ have a Romeo & Juliet level romance going on.
_______ and Regulus were school-age sweethearts who got playground married once.
_______ and Regulus are friends with benefits.
conflicts/dislike:
much like a broken clock, even _______ is right twice a day.
Regulus thinks _______ is a fool or an idiot and if they were in trouble he would opt not to help them out of it.
_____ let Regulus down once before, and he won't make the mistake of trusting them again.
Regulus believes that ______'s misguided and reckless behaviour will put the people he loves in danger.
Regulus owes ______ a favour marked by an unbreakable vow.
______ is the person that Regulus loves to hate and hates to love.
pure vibes/song lyrics to base connections off of if none of the above work for you:
"he was sunshine, i was midnight rain / he wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain"
"that's the thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings and longing stares / its born from just one single glance but it dies and it dies and it dies / a million little times."
"i'm starvin, darlin / let me put my lips to something, let me wrap my teeth around the world"
"you say i'm changing / sorry, i didn't know i had to stay the same"
"might you recall? we've got a small family business / and the family won't like this."
"an eye for an eye, a leg for a leg / a shot in the heart doesn't make it un-break"
"cause i'm just getting started, let me offend / the devil's got nothing on me my friend / all i want is to be left alone, tact from me is like blood from a stone"
"i was the one who showed you the sky / but you brought it down, down to my thighs"
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platonic/friendships:
marlene and ______ started out in the phoenixes around the same time and have been close ever since.
______ is widely known to be marlenes best friend.
marlene would die to protect _______.
______ has a lot to teach marlene about _______.
marlene looks up to _______ and wants to make them proud.
LILY is worried about marlenes belief that she needs to set herself on fire to keep other people warm.
marlene is curious about _____ and wants to get to know them better.
romantic/sexual:
______ had a one night stand and neither are sure how they feel about it.
marlene and ______ were once interested in the same person romantically, and ended up becoming friends with benefits when the other person didn't pick either of them.
______ was marlene's bisexual awakening.
marlene once had a crush on ______ and has always been shy about it.
______ and marlene have a lot of chemistry that could lead to a romantic relationship.
enemies/dislike:
______ and marlene would try to kill each other if they were left in the same room together alone.
marlene knows a secret about ______ that they're desperate to keep quiet.
______ were once friends but their relationship fractured on a job.
______ believes that marlene betrayed them, but she is really covering for someone else.
______ once wounded marlene in a fight.
marlene owes _____ a favour and fears they will take advantage of their power over her.
______ stole a bounty/objective from Marlene once before, and Marlene wants payback for it.
pure vibes/song lyrics to base connections off of if none of the above work for you:
"i like shiney things but i'd marry you with paper rings."
"if only the good ones die young, i'd pray your corruption comes swift like a thief in the night."
"whatever happened to the young, young lovers? / one got shot and the other got lost in drugs and punks and blood on the street / blood on her knees, bloody history"
"you were the one who thought it was funny / that half of the world had never seen money"
"got a long list of ex lovers, they'll tell you i'm insane / because you know i love the players and you love the game"
"you gotta wanna be the drummer in the band / you gotta be a battering ram / you gotta see the artestry in tearing the place apart with me baby"
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