SIRIUS & REGULUS (love triangle plot w/OC)
From the noble house of black.
✯ to fall from grace ✯
PHRASE
If someone falls from grace, they suddenly stop being successful or popular.
(in Christian belief) descend from a state of divine favour into si...
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LEMON TEA, A/N: thanks so much for your patience. I'm not promising regular updates. It's exam season (booo!) but please note this fic isn't abandoned. ———
I jolted awake with a sense of extreme urgency. So much so I suddenly found myself on my feet, half unconscious, and stumbling towards the dorm room door as if I were late for class. My body hadn't waited for my mind to wake up before running and by the time it had I could hear myself sleepily muttering something that not even I could understand. The chill of my toes against the cold floorboards was what slowly brought back my consciousness into reality and outside of my dreams.
Ramona snored in her bed, unaware of my frantic surge of energy. Arm above her head and one leg thrown over her covers in a tangle, like a snake wrapped around its prey to suffocate it into deep slumber.
I was so close to the door that if I sneezed my nose could make contact with the frame. I strongly gripped the handle with a sweaty palm and I could feel my heart pound in my throat ... as I was presented with a choice.
Go back to bed (and risk continuing the bizarre dream that still felt sour on my tongue and clouded my vision with a pink hued haze) or... go cool off downstairs and ground myself to reality.
The door clicked open quietly as I crept out, picking the latter, as I could feel my brain try to analyse its disorientation and attempt to listen to itself with its needs. I needed space, distraction, grounding.
My body felt consumed by an adrenaline that didn't belong to me. It belonged to a dream version of myself that was far different than who I actually am. Though lucid...I didn't recognise myself in hindsight. Or Regulus. Or the Manor House, despite what I thought whilst dreaming. It all seemed so real, so precise. Now none of it made sense.
Though the adrenaline didn't belong to me, it possessed me still. The January chill felt humid and though my feet were the only cold part of my body, I didn't quite have it in myself to step back towards my bed and find socks. I needed to get away from the sweat speckled sheets that were left abandoned.
The door closed behind me like a protective shield between us both. Sleep didn't feel like my friend and the idea of going back to bed felt like a threat. What awaited for me on the other side of consciousness? I wasn't ready to find out for a second time tonight.
I wandered down the steps, taking one at a time, hoping that with some space I'd come back down to earth. If I focused on my surroundings, then maybe I'd feel real again?
I listened out for the sound of my skin against the stone creating a small slapping sound. Something to focus on that proves I'm here and present and safe.
