Jegulus One Shots <3

#24 Green Fields of France (Part 1)

Idea came from @darkstars657
Hope it lived up to your poetic expectations x

Regulus slowly rolled out from his bed, tucking his feet into the slippers that were placed there the night before. He shuffled to his window where he threw open the large curtains to reveal his morning view.

His house barely felt like a home, his bedroom being on the highest floor and looking out over the gardens. You would think that's a beautiful sight but the lack of warmth and love in the home made the gardens seem cold and empty compared to the books Regulus would find himself lost in.

Regulus sighed and walked into his wardrobe, looking for something simple to wear that would fit the ending of Chamonix's spring season before giving into the snowy winter.

After Regulus got dressed he walked down the stairs of his home, hearing his mother and father cursing at each other about something unrelated to either of their children. Regulus slowly walked past his brother's room, part of him hoping he'd be in there but to his disappointment the room remained empty. Sirius was traveling with one of his friends to a different side of France, Regulus wouldn't be surprised nor would he blame him, if Sirius decided to never come back.

Regulus avoided the main dining area where he knew his parents would be feasting and wasting away at food their servants could've had and instead went out the back door, heading to a clearing in the woods with his basket.

Regulus would sneak out of the mansion as often as he could to escape to the nearby forest, closing his eyes and smiling as the sunlight filtered through the trees foliage. He took in a deep breath, letting the exploration of spring smells fill his lungs and replace the ash burnt cigarettes which Regulus clung so desperately onto while living in that house.

Regulus' secret, one of many, was that he enjoyed picking flowers. He would collect the most peculiar flowers he could find, ranging in colour and size, bringing them back to his study where he would flatten the flower out then use his wax pot, which was usually meant for stamps, to turn the flora into bookmarks for his fairytales.

Regulus strolled through the clearing in the forest, admiring the different plants and animals he found before he heard a light strum coming from the distance. Regulus was unsure of whether or not he should leave but eventually his curiosity got the better of him and he followed the sweet melody across the fields.

Regulus pushed past some trees when he was eventually welcomed to a tiny parting in the middle of the forest where a colorful meadow lay hidden, covered in flowers that soaked up the sun rays which were beginning to fade as the icy breeze from the mountains got closer each day.

Regulus sat on a log between two trees, placing his basket on a rock that lay in the trickling stream beside him, and listened to the music. He observed the man sitting in the clearing humming along to the strings he played. Regulus admired the man, his eyes were closed as he played, indulged in the music but his skin was a tanned glow and his hair was dark, almost golden in the sunlight as the breeze ran through it.

Regulus listened for a while longer, smiling as the man began to sing along to his own songs that were filled with joy and love. Regulus stared at him with the same emotion that came from his songs, longing to have the feeling those songs portrayed shown towards him. He stared at the man with immense curiosity and admiration, as if he was the only thing worth watching in the empty world Regulus had become accustomed to.

Eventually Regulus felt the spring breeze turn to a hardy wind which he knew was only going to get stronger so he sat up, looking at the man one last time who continued to sit in the grass unfazed by the cold. Regulus moved with caution over the creek and back through the forest, being careful not to let himself be heard.