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LOVERS QUARREL !
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( my beloved
my beloved?
beloved. )
—CIRCE SAT ON THE porch of Peter's holiday home, cigarette in her right hand, other being used to flip through a book with nonchalance. The rain before her was crashing down hard now, and as she drew a breath and inhaled the nicotine, she almost felt like throwing herself into the center of the violent storm. Of soaking herself wet until she was so cold she swore she'd gotten ill, and the rest of her worries were clouded with miniscule illnesses and the bitter April weather.
It was early morning, and she'd spent the entirety of the night pulling through her plans on Praesidium, smoking a shit ton of fags and listening to David Bowie's vinyls until they scratched exhaustion.
The prior morning, Regulus had came and told her of his plans to meet Lucile at a Hogsmeade cafe, under the form of a stranger. It was a safe idea, though it could've been irrational and Circe still wouldn't of had the obligation to prevent it from occuring. She'd never push that authority over Regulus, and anyways, he could handle himself.
But it did upset her.
Lucile clearly loved him, and if he were to reciprocate these feelings, everything would be deemed easier. They could have a life, and Circe Einar could die frigid and omitted. Morbid, albeit it did make her feel a little comfortable, for it would mean her appearance didn't cause such irreversible disaster.
But however relieving this outcome was, she never wanted it to, truly, happen.
Hadn't she sacrified enough for Regulus Black?
The cigarette faded, ashy and used up, and she grew the shivers. In Circe went, trudging her feet across the carpet with little energy. It felt like movement was too much of a task for her. And really, it was. Her body ached, mentally and physically, and she'd prolonged her own tiredness for months now.
