πππ‘π ππ π’ππ - π.π.πππππ
πππ ππππ π’ππ πππππ ππ
π±ππ π πππ ππππ ππππ ππππ?
π°ππ π ππππ π’ππ πππ’ ππ πΈ π πππ ππ πππππ?
πΈπ ππ’ ππππππ πππππ
πππππππ πππ π π’πππ πππππ
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Corvus Black was a protector, an attacker, a warrior. He rose to every jab, fought back against every hit, snarled at every comment. His temper was red-hot and dangerous. His twin brother held the calm, the collected, the sense for the pair of them - Regulus Black was there to drag his brother out of trouble when he undeniably dove headfirst into it. Both were dark and twisted, and dangerous.
Remus Lupin did not belong in the lives of such dangerous boys, he belonged to the softer, rougher side of their older brother - the laughter, the defiance, the bravery. But something about the reckless, charming behaviour of Corvus Black dragged him slowly in, and would not let go.
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πππ ππππ π’ππ πππππ ππ, πππ ?
ππππ πππ ππ ππ’ πππ π ππππ
πΎπ πππ πππππ ππππ ππ πΉπππ
π°ππ πΈ'ππ ππ πππππ π πππ πππ πππ πππππππ πΈ ππππ π ππππ
π΅ππ π’ππ, πππ π’ππ
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