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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BLACK BLOOD, Regulus' POV. (A/N: I'm so sorry for the hiatus, it's been a difficult couple of months. Personally and academically. Hopefully this chapter feeds all those starving for an update. Love u.) ———
I knocked for the third time on Slughorn's door. My fist heavier this time upon the sturdy, dark wood, hoping for an answer. But nothing.
"Thursday, third period - what was I thinking?" I mumbled to myself disappointingly. Frowning deeply.
I hadn't booked or planned a tutoring session, at all. Let alone one so specific. I might as well have put a sign that screamed 'jealous' around my neck and got it over and done with.
I just saw him there smugly, arm around her and something in me snapped. I rebelled against my very own plan and principle of implementing distance and purposeful rejection.
I was greedy and arrogant enough to imagine myself where he stood; a response within me that I desperately craved to become unfamiliar with. Sick of being agonising familiar with imagining myself as him.
He taunted me, shamed me without even needing to speak. All he needed to do was show me what I was missing. Which he did easily. Flaunting a natural talent which I couldn't even learn.
Charisma. Courage.
I should be encouraging her to gallivant off with him. I should be pushing her more towards him and not grappling at her, hoping, forcing some kind of closeness between us (even if it's met with a sigh and rolled eyes).
Even with his slippery fingertips disgustingly entangling her, he wasn't the one getting tangled and tapped.
That's what I had to remember.
I was trapped, I am, and in a role that's been carefully crafted and planned for generations. Which definitely was not intended for the understudy...yet here I am. Seething with resentment that I should be where he is and he should be where I am.
He'd left this life behind. My life that I now had to rehearse and perform, over and over. Flawlessly fail at being first choice.
Part of me tried to cling onto the power...The main guy gets everything, right? The girl too? How foolish it was to leave all this behind...!
Affluence. Social status. A sizeable inheritance. Ultimate prestige and the world at our fingertips - even secret societies! A front seat in every room.
And yet, I often feel I have nothing to show for what I've stayed for. Nothing but reminders that I'll never be the leading man, who quit; despite reciting his lines perfectly.
Somehow a part of me still silently begs him to come back and change the script, tell me there's been some huge mistake.
