──── 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 | ❝ time, space, reality, it's more than a linear path. . .it's a prison of endless possibilities where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities. . .creating alternate worlds from the ones you know. ❞
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𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊. ❝ the exit ❞
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𝕾irius walked as though he belonged here. Like the streets of Muggle London were an extension of himself, a part of his being that had always existed. Regulus, however, stepped with careful precision, every movement measured, each glance around him sharp. He'd never ventured into this part of the city before. He would never admit it, but the sights and sounds—the neon signs flickering against the dark, the hum of voices blending with the distant honk of car horns—intrigued him. The world moved too fast here, yet there was something almost freeing about it. Still, he followed his brother in silence, the weight of past choices pressing against his chest.
Sirius pushed open the door to a modest diner. A small sign near the entrance read: Ed's.
Regulus took in the space—simple, yet oddly warm. The red and white color scheme gave it a certain charm, and the lack of a heavy crowd made it feel more spacious than it was.
Sirius tapped him on the shoulder, nodding towards one of the booths by the window. Without a word, Regulus followed, his boots clicking softly against the linoleum. He slid into the seat across from Sirius, arms crossed, watching the world blur past beyond the window.
"D'you actually know what the word private means, or should I elaborate?" Regulus's voice cut through the lull between them, laced with dry sarcasm.
Sirius leaned back against the booth. "How are you?"
Regulus let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. "Who are you, and what have you done with Sirius Black?"
"What? Can't I ask a simple question?"
"You can," Regulus replied, tilting his head. "But I asked one first, and you didn't answer. So I suppose we're even, aren't we, Sirius?"
Sirius exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. "Alright, fair enough." He pointed lazily at Regulus. "That pureblood arrogance of yours—sure you won't kill anyone with it?"
Regulus smirked, leaning in closer, letting Sirius's finger press against his chest. "Point any closer, and you'll be the first to fall."
"Fair warning." Sirius chuckled, batting his hand away, but his expression sobered. "Our place is small—walls echo. Remus would hear everything, even if we whispered. And let's face it, we're not exactly whisperers. Does that answer your question?"
