( ❝ THOSE WHO ESCAPE DEATH ARE UNLUCKY ❞ ) REGULUS BLACK is that humming in the restless summer air. He is what is created in the untempered heat of a blazing fire. He is a moth, drawn to hollowness and resentment. And in that resentment, he built a home. Unloved by his mother, unloved by his brother, unloved, even, by himself. Perhaps this is what people want. They beg to be loved like they beg to be saved. In dying, in death.

lord, what fools these mortals be! ━━━ 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

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