Regulus was always destined and forever marked as “delicate”. He’ll never be able to run from the scar engraved all over his body. He’ll never escape how people will look at him whenever he steps out of the red lines they have drawn for him.
Regulus will never be able to run away from the label his very own mother describe to him.
Regulus was what people also called a Casanova. A heart breaker. The goddess of love.
It was silly, really. Being branded as the ‘Delicate Goddess of Love.’ But Regulus could never escape the burnt in words from his body, mind, or even heart.
The people who had branded and marked Regulus as delicate seemed to forgotten who he really was. Who he wanted to be. Who he will be.
They seemed to forget the deep seated danger that laced into his golden and pure blood.
Regulus had never wanted love. He had never wanted to be loved, or to be expected to love another. He had never craved or had the desire to have someone coddle and treat him of less worth.
The only thing Regulus truly and deeply wanted was destruction. Destruction and depletion of those who branded his skin with a hot iron. The ancient and burning desire to ruin ran through his veins much like his own blood, it felt like ancient power.
He remembers how his brother had begged for the love and comfort from Regulus.
Regulus remembered being left alone in his own home by the brother he so dearly adored. Maybe it wasn’t love, but it was the closest thing he could’ve ever gotten to it.
But Sirius does as Sirius will, and burned that admiration and pure safeness that the young Black felt for him.
So Regulus burned and brought Sirius’ own tiny city to terrible and large flames. The flames consumed Sirius and everyone who stood by the man who ripped Regulus’ heart into mere strings. Regulus wasn’t capable of such a silly little thing like love, and never will be.
People had branded and seared the words of ‘Second Best’ into Regulus’ brain, and they had stayed burned black into the very sensitive and soft parts of Regulus.
He remembers how it felt to be underestimated because he was associated with such soft and delicate subjects.
But love isn’t weak. Regulus isn’t weak.
Love is dangerous, viscous, and savage. It ripped people to mere shreds and left them a hollow version of who they once were, and who they will never be again.
But, Regulus knows that love is also burning hot passion, heat, and lust. Love could burn and murder you from the inside out all because you devoted yourself to someone. You devoted your pleasure to someone.
And Regulus knew that love wasn’t a silly little thing anymore, he wasn’t a naive child anymore. He couldn’t think so lowly of himself and the brandings he wears so meekly.
No one had seen the dark and blurry thoughts that swarmed and consumed Regulus’ very being. No one knew that Regulus would think of so many different ways to burn and scar the men who try so hard to tie him down. To tame him like he was a wild animal needing of an owner.
Maybe Regulus was a little wild, destructive, and all around psychotic. But that doesn’t justify disgusting and lowly men calling him such soft and delicate things. ‘Sweetheart’, ‘Baby’, ‘Flower’.
Regulus seethed as he thought of those words sticking into his back like knives drawn from an enemy. He seethed as he remembers all the words burned and stitched into his blazing hot skin. His skin burned and grew itchy as he remembers all of the people who couldn’t see him for who he really was.
His skin ached and itched as he thought about his world, his peers’ world, his brothers world, all in the palms of his own hands.
Because people saw Regulus as delicate. And couldn’t see how he was going to make them suffer. Cower and sob in fear because Regulus grew tired of the brandings, stitching, and burning he had endured for so many long and painful years.
Regulus was forever branded and marked as the Delicate Goddess of Love. He couldn’t run away from the branding. He couldn’t escape the treacherous and demeaning words men whispered in his ear. He couldn’t escape the echos of his brother sobbing for his undivided love.
He couldn’t escape how dark and angry he had become. Regulus didn’t want to. Not anymore.
If people wanted to brand and burn disgusting titles into his skin, then so be it.
But they should all be very aware of the day he decides to get revenge.
Because love isn’t silly.
It’s dangerous.
Disheartening.
Threatening.
Regulus realizes that now.
He just needed to make sure everyone else did as well.