Sentences to The Moon and then The Sun, First day of Summer.
The world around him is blue in the night, shadows creep across the gardens walls, but the cigarette pinched between his fingers glows orange. The radio hums beside him, a song slowly coming to an end. He hears footsteps creaking behind him, and the sound of pandora sliding the balcony doors open, she scolds him for smoking, “It’s a bit late for a cigarette isn’t it?”
“Maybe so.”
She leans on the railing next to him and releases a long breath, sticking her hand out and turning the volume up on the radio. She grins at the song playing, “Dance with me Regulus, dance with me.”
He stubs out the cigarette and chucks it into the ashtray, “Take it away.” He bows and sticks a hand out for her to take, she does, and they start to sway to the song.
“When I wanted you to share my life, I had no doubt in my mind.”
“And it’s been you, woman. Right down the line.” He finishes the line, while spinning her round.
The song finishes and they collapse into the deck chairs behind them, staring in solitude at the sky. Regulus lights another cigarette, takes a drag, holds it out to her, and Pandora accepts it without a word. They sit in silence for a while, staring out into the night sky and Regulus thinks he could sit here forever. With the moon, and the stars and the radio playing some Mazzy Star song.
Eventually when they go back inside it’s the early hours of the morning, and before Pandora heads back home, she pulls Regulus into a hug. He brings his arms up to envelop her small frame, and rests his head in the crook of her neck, sighing in the warmth that is Pandora Lestrange.
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Sirius comes home the following day, and complains the whole way back, because apparently it’s too cramped in the back of the car, and Regulus can’t fathom why, only the fact that he brought home his boyfriend, Remus, and his other two best friends, James and Peter.
Sirius’ boyfriend, is tall and slim, with light brown hair and thin- but jagged- scars cover his face, Sirius had described him well. Next to him is James. Brown eyes covered by glasses, he’s quite tall too, but not as much as Remus and has copper brown skin. His curly, black hair is dishevelled and his dimple pops out as he smiles at Regulus. Lastly is Peter who is a stocky, straw haired boy, who enthusiastically offers his hand, and Regulus politely takes it. Peter shakes it vigorously.
James laughs, “Pete I think if you shake his hand any harder it’ll fly off.” At that Peter drops his hand and sticks his own in his pockets, mumbling a quick, sorry, under his breath. Regulus casts his gaze across to James again and he can’t help but admire how utterly beautiful he really is.
After that they all make their way upstairs, Sirius and Regulus showing everyone around and leaving their luggage in their rooms. They settle in the living room, the Television on quietly in the background. Remus and Sirius quickly retire, not long followed by Peter, and then it’s just James and Regulus.
“Sirius has told me all about you.”
“He’s mentioned you once or twice.” Regulus coolly replies, sipping at his glass of flat lemonade.
“He tells me you write.”
“Did he really?” He raises an eyebrow at him, and slowly swills his glass.
“What inspires you?”
“Why do you care, you’ve only just met me.”
“I’m interested, and well, you are my best mates little brother, so I think it makes me obligated to.”
“Well don’t.” With that he places his now empty glass on the coffee table and stands up to leave.
“I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“You haven’t, I’m tired, Good night James.” He states flatly.
“Good night Regulus.”
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“Morning, star.”
“Star?”
“Regulus is a star isn’t it?”
“Yes, but,” He stops himself to look James in the eye again, to find him grinning right at him, his round glasses slightly askew on his nose. “You are a peculiar man James Potter.”