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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TRY HARD, ———
I hurried out of the greenhouses, I wasn't even sure if I was following Regulus or using the excuse to escort him to the hospital as my cue to leave. Skive. A little voice in my head menacingly begging me to run.
But then I found myself calling out to him anyway before I could even think about,
"Wait,"
"I don't need you taking me anywhere, I can walk fine." He said immediately, without a second breath, not slowing down or looking at me.
I stumbled over my words slightly, a mumbled string of vowels escaping my lips that carried the weight of guilt in my voice, the culprit of my heavy sounds. Guilt that I could have influenced the red on his shirt that had seeped into the inticrate maze of woven, white cotton. The intrusive colour spreading like a stretched out hand begging for help on the white.
"I-I was told to." I managed to spit out.
"And what, you suddenly listen to rules now?" Regulus glanced behind him, his eyes briefly meeting mine whilst carrying a strong retort in his voice.
"I don't know what you have against-"
"Grace." Regulus spun around with a stern exhaustion. Locking onto me now. "I don't like you. Stop trying so hard to make me like you. It's embarrassing."
I then stumbled on my next step, scuffing my shoes across the stone floor, an instant frown finding its way onto my face with offence.
"You don't genuinely think that do you? I don't care if you..." I scoffed, baffled. An already cold hollow feeling scraping more empty in my chest.
He rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he felt it sting with blood again and carried on walking away... and I let him go. Carrying the lingering scowl at his arrogance on my face as he left. Holding the hollow feeling inside me attempting to fill it with something I could understand, annoyance, humour, disgust.
"I'm just being polite." I mumbled to myself in the empty hall, as he turned the corner and out of sight. "Something you've forgotten how to do."
***
The end of the day came too slowly. The skies were grey and drizzly and the glares of loved ones felt lacking in love. Everything was dull. Everything felt like my fault.
Nana's voice rung in my ears throughout the day reminding me that change was a beautiful thing. That staying the same was scarier than the journey endured towards change... but I realised I wasn't scared, I'm not scared...I'm disappointed people aren't changing with me.
Ramona scoffed in my direction more times than I could count throughout classes. She's never been one to cope and deal with conflict with subtlety but I could see it on her face, a bit of guilt buried beneath her righteousness.
