THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✹TWO✹

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✹I fell in love with 

your eyes first because

I looked into their depths and

saw the other half of my soul✹

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Hours passed as the two boys went through all of Regulus' old sketches whilst Potter complimented them and talked about his own personal love for painting. He had insisted to paint something for Reg (even though he had never even asked) at some point during the Summer holidays.

"C'mon, I'm tired, you can s-sleep..." He trailed off as the two boys made eye contact. Wow, his eyes were beautiful. A fine shade of brown, hazel maybe? The lamp in the corner of the room made James' eyes glow in the darkness surrounding them. What, no! Why was he thinking this? No, that was wrong. No. 

He cleared his throat, bringing Potter back to reality. The other boy jumped at the sudden noise and stood up quickly. "Um, you can, er- sleep in my room tonight."

"No, it's fine, I'll go back to mine and Sirius' room." Regulus tried to leave the room but Potter grabbed his wrist as he went passed.

"No, Sirius snores, you won't be able to sleep. It's fine, my bed is big enough for the two of us." Before Regulus could decline his offer, Potter dragged him upstairs and into his bedroom. He went over to his dresser and pulled out a light grey top and a pair of black sweat pants, throwing them at Reg and ushering him into the bathroom to change. 

When he came back out the two boys got into bed, Regulus laying as far away from Potter as he possibly could. He stared up at the ceiling, thinking about what he had done. Regulus Black had just run away from his family home to live with James Potter and was now sleeping in his bed, what on Earth had he done?

"Go to sleep." Came the tired voice of Potter. Reg sighed before turning away from the older boy and closing his eyes.

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Regulus must have managed to fall asleep since he found himself yawning as the bright morning sun seeped through the open curtains. He rolled over, expecting to see his old, dark, emerald green bedroom in 12 Grimmauld Place, but instead he was faced with the sight of James Potter painting on a white canvas in the far corner of the calm, peaceful, neutral coloured bedroom.

He stared for a short while, watching how his paintbrush gracefully danced over the canvas with no difficulty.

"Enjoying the view, Reggie?" Potter teased, spinning around in his chair. Regulus rolled his eyes, standing up and walking over to him.

"Shove off, Potter."

"I think it's about time you start calling me James." He said with a grin.

"Whatever, Pott- James." James smiled triumphantly and turned back to his painting. It was of a golden snitch, it wasn't quite finished yet but it was amazing either way. "Wow." He murmured under his breath, "James, this is marvellous!"

"Using big words now are we, Reggie?"

"Stop calling me that. And yes, I do know enough of the English language to say words longer than seven letters unlike yourself, thank you very much." Regulus snapped.

"Hey! I can say words longer than seven letters!" Regulus rolled his eyes again before leaving.

"Hey, baby brother! Where have you been?" Sirius was pulling on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans when he walked into their shared bedroom.