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Lion in Snake's Clothing...
Regulus Arcturus Black
29 July 2009 @ 02:09 pm
28 March 2009 @ 03:38 am
I was - am - the second born son of the House of Black. My brother was two years my senior, and mostly a disappointment in our family’s eyes. Our mother never missed an opportunity to berate Sirius, using him as an example for me.
Of course, growing up, I always admired my brother. We were the youngest in our family, all of our cousins being older than us, the one closest in age was four years older than Sirius. While holidays were always a family tradition, we did not often see our cousins, and were rarely allowed to play with other children. If they did not have the proper pedigree, Mother would hardly let them near us. So Sirius and I spent much of our time together. I like to think that we were close. He was my best friend, and I idolized him. If I ever made a mistake, he’d always take the blame for it, which never helped his standing with Mother, but he did it for me.
As we grew older, we grew apart. Not by my choice, and… I don’t believe by his either. The wedge our mother had spent my entire life building between us was finally working. I didn’t want to displease Mother, so I allowed myself to bend to her words. Sirius, on the other hand, couldn’t bear that. His thoughts differed from the family’s too much, and he would not be swayed. I envied him his ability to stand up for what he believed and speak his mind. He never let anyone tell him what to do, and I still admired that. I wanted to be more like my brother, though I still didn’t want to disappoint our mother.
But this has become more about how our mother put the holes into our relationship that slowly crumbled to bits.
My elder brother, Sirius Phineas Black, was my best friend, my idol, my hero. And even though we eventually had our falling out, I never stopped loving him or admiring him. I would like to think that he still cared about and loved me as well, but I can’t presume to know how he felt. I am glad that I had my brother for the time that we were friends.
Regulus Black//Harry Potter//378
Of course, growing up, I always admired my brother. We were the youngest in our family, all of our cousins being older than us, the one closest in age was four years older than Sirius. While holidays were always a family tradition, we did not often see our cousins, and were rarely allowed to play with other children. If they did not have the proper pedigree, Mother would hardly let them near us. So Sirius and I spent much of our time together. I like to think that we were close. He was my best friend, and I idolized him. If I ever made a mistake, he’d always take the blame for it, which never helped his standing with Mother, but he did it for me.
As we grew older, we grew apart. Not by my choice, and… I don’t believe by his either. The wedge our mother had spent my entire life building between us was finally working. I didn’t want to displease Mother, so I allowed myself to bend to her words. Sirius, on the other hand, couldn’t bear that. His thoughts differed from the family’s too much, and he would not be swayed. I envied him his ability to stand up for what he believed and speak his mind. He never let anyone tell him what to do, and I still admired that. I wanted to be more like my brother, though I still didn’t want to disappoint our mother.
But this has become more about how our mother put the holes into our relationship that slowly crumbled to bits.
My elder brother, Sirius Phineas Black, was my best friend, my idol, my hero. And even though we eventually had our falling out, I never stopped loving him or admiring him. I would like to think that he still cared about and loved me as well, but I can’t presume to know how he felt. I am glad that I had my brother for the time that we were friends.
Regulus Black//Harry Potter//378
27 February 2009 @ 12:38 pm
Yes, I have a cat. Her name is Calypso and she’s a calico.
I wouldn’t mind having another pet, although I don’t think I can, or would be allowed to get one. I live in someone else’s home and they’re not a fan of Calypso. She mostly stays locked in my room unless I’m home, in which case I let her out. Of course, I always make sure to keep an eye on her when I do this. She has been known to sneak into my landlord’s room and ruin his clothes and shoes. This usually ends with me keeping her locked in my room for a week. Jack swears she has it out for him, but I think this is ridiculous.
I would like another pet for Calypso to have a playmate while she’s locked in my room. I can’t help but think that she gets lonely, stuck in there all day. However, I doubt that Jack would be thrilled at the prospect of having another cat in the house.
Regulus Black//Harry Potter//171
I wouldn’t mind having another pet, although I don’t think I can, or would be allowed to get one. I live in someone else’s home and they’re not a fan of Calypso. She mostly stays locked in my room unless I’m home, in which case I let her out. Of course, I always make sure to keep an eye on her when I do this. She has been known to sneak into my landlord’s room and ruin his clothes and shoes. This usually ends with me keeping her locked in my room for a week. Jack swears she has it out for him, but I think this is ridiculous.
I would like another pet for Calypso to have a playmate while she’s locked in my room. I can’t help but think that she gets lonely, stuck in there all day. However, I doubt that Jack would be thrilled at the prospect of having another cat in the house.
Regulus Black//Harry Potter//171
29 January 2009 @ 03:22 am
05 January 2009 @ 07:47 pm
Well… I haven’t told somebody how I feel…
I haven’t done so because if I did, things would become exceedingly awkward. And I’d rather for things to stay the way they are then for them to change and perhaps lose a friend in the process.
The friend means a lot to me, and if the only way I can have them in my life is as a friend, then so be it. I enjoy spending time with them, and I feel comfortable around them, which is something I crave.
I’ve had feelings for them for a while now, and I feel as though I’m getting worse and worse at hiding it… But I can’t tell them. I won’t tell them. Their friendship means too much to me.
Regulus Black//Harry Potter//127
I haven’t done so because if I did, things would become exceedingly awkward. And I’d rather for things to stay the way they are then for them to change and perhaps lose a friend in the process.
The friend means a lot to me, and if the only way I can have them in my life is as a friend, then so be it. I enjoy spending time with them, and I feel comfortable around them, which is something I crave.
I’ve had feelings for them for a while now, and I feel as though I’m getting worse and worse at hiding it… But I can’t tell them. I won’t tell them. Their friendship means too much to me.
Regulus Black//Harry Potter//127
Current Mood: 
gloomy
gloomy10 December 2008 @ 01:52 am
No. Certainly not.
I… I have killed… One person… I couldn’t even tell you their name, but I’ll never forget their face. I had no real reason to kill them, no personal grudge against them. I didn’t even know them.
We were in a war, so people were killed on either side, but… After that day, I began to question everything that had been drilled into me as I was growing up. All of the beliefs my mother had, all of the things my cousin said… And then everything my brother had said that I didn’t think about at the time. I realized that what I was fighting for was wrong. The person that I killed had nothing to do with the war, other than the fact they were different than us, unequal in ‘our’ leader’s eyes.
That was probably more information than was necessary, or that you wanted…
My point is that if you kill someone, it will haunt you for the rest of your life. If you can live with someone’s death on your conscious, then you can’t be fully human, or there is something fundamentally wrong with you.
I… I have killed… One person… I couldn’t even tell you their name, but I’ll never forget their face. I had no real reason to kill them, no personal grudge against them. I didn’t even know them.
We were in a war, so people were killed on either side, but… After that day, I began to question everything that had been drilled into me as I was growing up. All of the beliefs my mother had, all of the things my cousin said… And then everything my brother had said that I didn’t think about at the time. I realized that what I was fighting for was wrong. The person that I killed had nothing to do with the war, other than the fact they were different than us, unequal in ‘our’ leader’s eyes.
That was probably more information than was necessary, or that you wanted…
My point is that if you kill someone, it will haunt you for the rest of your life. If you can live with someone’s death on your conscious, then you can’t be fully human, or there is something fundamentally wrong with you.
Current Mood: 
guilty
guilty01 December 2008 @ 12:15 am
Put your iTunes collection on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
Just an old friend coming over now to visit you
Let me know that I’ve done wrong
When I get to the bottom
To the wounded
The stars are underground
Crawling in my skin
I’m scratching at the surface now
Sara spelled without an ‘h’ was getting bored
It is a gift I know
Home, is this a quiet place where you should be alone?
I’m taking my time
There are no fingerprints
What’s the time?
In this farewell
Tell me how you feel
I kissed a drunk girl
Still can’t recognize the way I feel
I woke up in a dream today
Take a flight to London sing my song
I thought I’d write, I thought I’d let you know
What do I do to ignore them behind me?
You're welcome to guess what songs they are, but I might not be able to tell you.
Just an old friend coming over now to visit you
Let me know that I’ve done wrong
When I get to the bottom
To the wounded
The stars are underground
Crawling in my skin
I’m scratching at the surface now
Sara spelled without an ‘h’ was getting bored
It is a gift I know
Home, is this a quiet place where you should be alone?
I’m taking my time
There are no fingerprints
What’s the time?
In this farewell
Tell me how you feel
I kissed a drunk girl
Still can’t recognize the way I feel
I woke up in a dream today
Take a flight to London sing my song
I thought I’d write, I thought I’d let you know
What do I do to ignore them behind me?
You're welcome to guess what songs they are, but I might not be able to tell you.
Current Mood: 
amused
amused30 November 2008 @ 08:48 pm
I don’t understand motorcycles.
I mean, I have a hard enough time with cars. Just ask my landlord.I’m still sorry about that, Jack.
Why would you put yourself on a machine, device, contraption… whatever you want to call it, that can cause your death much more readily than something you could ride in, like a car? I just don’t see the draw. And a flimsy little helmet will not stop your neck from breaking when you fall on your head, it just won’t.
I don’t think I’d ever voluntarily ride one, not even as a passenger. I highly doubt I’d ever trust anyone enough to put my life in their hands.
Besides, they don’t seem very practical when you consider how often the weather can change. Who would want to be riding a motorcycle and have it suddenly start to rain? I know that I wouldn’t. And with the amount it rains in England, I’m surprised that anyone would have them there.
Perhaps I’ll begin to understand them… After all, I’ve learned to understand cars, for the most part, and computers, which were both quite different than anything I was used to before.
Regulus Black//Harry Potter//194
I mean, I have a hard enough time with cars. Just ask my landlord.
Why would you put yourself on a machine, device, contraption… whatever you want to call it, that can cause your death much more readily than something you could ride in, like a car? I just don’t see the draw. And a flimsy little helmet will not stop your neck from breaking when you fall on your head, it just won’t.
I don’t think I’d ever voluntarily ride one, not even as a passenger. I highly doubt I’d ever trust anyone enough to put my life in their hands.
Besides, they don’t seem very practical when you consider how often the weather can change. Who would want to be riding a motorcycle and have it suddenly start to rain? I know that I wouldn’t. And with the amount it rains in England, I’m surprised that anyone would have them there.
Perhaps I’ll begin to understand them… After all, I’ve learned to understand cars, for the most part, and computers, which were both quite different than anything I was used to before.
Regulus Black//Harry Potter//194
Current Mood: 
confused
confused12 October 2008 @ 03:32 am
30 September 2008 @ 10:36 pm
Leave a comment and I will:
a) Tell you why I friended you.
b) Associate you with something - a song, a color, a photo, etc.
c) Tell you something I like about you.
d) Tell you a memory I have of you.
e) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
f) Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
a) Tell you why I friended you.
b) Associate you with something - a song, a color, a photo, etc.
c) Tell you something I like about you.
d) Tell you a memory I have of you.
e) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
f) Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
Current Mood: amused
amused27 September 2008 @ 12:34 pm
20 September 2008 @ 04:21 pm
I could be persuaded to be a good spy. Other than that, I don’t know what sort of spy I’d make.
I’m good at concealing my emotions, and I prefer to keep my distance for the most part. Those are apparently two qualities that make a good spy.
Of course, my tendency to be nervous around strangers, or people in general, could be detrimental to any spy work I would wish to accomplish. That and my social skills are sorely lacking. You can’t be a spy and be anti-social, which I have been called.
I am, however, apparently good at sneaking up on people. Stealthy, is what my friend Nick has said that I am. And I’ve been told that I can be very unnoticeable at times. Both of which are, again, apparently, steeples in spy etiquette.
So, would I make a good spy? If I were to be a spy that infiltrated an organization from the inside, I’d probably say I’d be a bad choice. If the idea was that the spy was to remain unseen and unnoticed, perhaps I would be a good choice, then.
Regulus Black//Harry Potter//187
I’m good at concealing my emotions, and I prefer to keep my distance for the most part. Those are apparently two qualities that make a good spy.
Of course, my tendency to be nervous around strangers, or people in general, could be detrimental to any spy work I would wish to accomplish. That and my social skills are sorely lacking. You can’t be a spy and be anti-social, which I have been called.
I am, however, apparently good at sneaking up on people. Stealthy, is what my friend Nick has said that I am. And I’ve been told that I can be very unnoticeable at times. Both of which are, again, apparently, steeples in spy etiquette.
So, would I make a good spy? If I were to be a spy that infiltrated an organization from the inside, I’d probably say I’d be a bad choice. If the idea was that the spy was to remain unseen and unnoticed, perhaps I would be a good choice, then.
Regulus Black//Harry Potter//187
25 August 2008 @ 05:01 am
Regulus stared at the door of the tattoo parlor. He wasn’t entirely sure how he got here, but here he was.
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not_a_savage, and used with the mun's permission. Nick, Saul, and Moira are all from my own mind.
Alright, he knew how he got there: Nick drove them over. But he was still unclear as to how he had allowed himself to be talked into this. It wasn’t like he was against tattoos, he’d just never thought of getting one for himself. He rubbed his left forearm self-consciously. There was no longer a clear mark there, but if he looked at it close enough, there was still the shadow of the symbol which had caused him such pain.
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not_a_savage, and used with the mun's permission. Nick, Saul, and Moira are all from my own mind.Current Mood: 
energetic
energetic22 August 2008 @ 04:08 am
A is for age: 18
B is for beer of choice: I don't much care for the stuff.
C is for something you crave: To be content with who I am.
D is for your dog's name: ... I have a cat. Her name is Calypso.
E is for essential item you use everyday: My lungs.
F is for favorite TV show at the moment: I'm not a fan of the television.
G is for favorite game: Quidditch.
H is for Home town: London, England.
I is for instruments you play: Piano.
J is for favorite juice: ...Pumpkin, I suppose.
K is for kickin ass: Excuse me?
L is for last place you ate: At a cafe near work.
M is for marriage: Not particularly interested at the moment.
N is for your full name: Regulus Arcturus Black.
O is for overnight hospital stays: Never.
P Is For favorite place: Wherever I feel most at home.
Q is for quote: "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." - Robert Frost
R is for biggest regret: Dying.
S is for status: Here.
T is for time you woke up today: 7:00 am.
U is for underwear you have on now: I don't see why this is any of your business. Black and green boxers.
V is for vegetable you love: Celery.
W is for worst habit: Not allowing myself the luxury of friends, or just letting people get to know me.
X is for x-rays you've had: I've never had what you call 'x-rays', but I've had the wizard equivalent once or twice.
Y is for yummy food you ate today: I had a cranberry muffin and tea at the cafe...
Z is for the zodiac sign: Scorpio.
B is for beer of choice: I don't much care for the stuff.
C is for something you crave: To be content with who I am.
D is for your dog's name: ... I have a cat. Her name is Calypso.
E is for essential item you use everyday: My lungs.
F is for favorite TV show at the moment: I'm not a fan of the television.
G is for favorite game: Quidditch.
H is for Home town: London, England.
I is for instruments you play: Piano.
J is for favorite juice: ...Pumpkin, I suppose.
K is for kickin ass: Excuse me?
L is for last place you ate: At a cafe near work.
M is for marriage: Not particularly interested at the moment.
N is for your full name: Regulus Arcturus Black.
O is for overnight hospital stays: Never.
P Is For favorite place: Wherever I feel most at home.
Q is for quote: "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." - Robert Frost
R is for biggest regret: Dying.
S is for status: Here.
T is for time you woke up today: 7:00 am.
U is for underwear you have on now: I don't see why this is any of your business. Black and green boxers.
V is for vegetable you love: Celery.
W is for worst habit: Not allowing myself the luxury of friends, or just letting people get to know me.
X is for x-rays you've had: I've never had what you call 'x-rays', but I've had the wizard equivalent once or twice.
Y is for yummy food you ate today: I had a cranberry muffin and tea at the cafe...
Z is for the zodiac sign: Scorpio.
Current Mood: 
contemplative
contemplative22 August 2008 @ 02:20 am
Describe ME in one word.....just one single word. Post it in my comment section. Then put the same request in your journal so we can visit you… and do the same thing… and see how many strange and interesting things they say about you.
Current Mood: amused
amused15 August 2008 @ 10:23 pm
peaceful15 August 2008 @ 05:56 pm
Hello. It certainly has been a while, hasn't it? Glares at his mun, who cowers and feels awful. Well, suffice to say that I've returned from my forced seclusion. I hope to renew old friendships and make new acquaintances, and perhaps new friends. Hopefully I'll not be shoved into a box again. Looks over at his mun with a dark glower. For an alleged favorite muse, I've certainly not been treated as such recently. I hope to rectify this. Smirks at his mun who resigns herself to being massively abused. Well, I shall talk to all of you at some point or another.
It's rather good to be back.
OOC: I have missed my lil Reg too much! And now he's back!! He'll be much more talkative I assume after the long, long silence. *wince* I'm happy, but also afraid for my sanity. :3
It's rather good to be back.
OOC: I have missed my lil Reg too much! And now he's back!! He'll be much more talkative I assume after the long, long silence. *wince* I'm happy, but also afraid for my sanity. :3
15 August 2008 @ 01:08 pm
“That’s something I think is growing on me as I get older: happy endings.”
I never expected to have a ‘happy ending’.
I suppose I was still naïve enough to hope for something happier than the way it all turned out. I would have liked to reconcile with my brother. It is unfortunate that we never managed to patch up everything between us, but it’s something that can’t be changed. I would have liked for it to not end the way it had. As it is, I resigned myself to my fate, feeling that it was the only way. And in the end, things did get better. There was still much loss, but things changed for the good instead of getting worse.
Nothing will ever be perfect, but we can hope for everything to be alright.
Regulus Black//Harry Potter//204
I never expected to have a ‘happy ending’.
I suppose I was still naïve enough to hope for something happier than the way it all turned out. I would have liked to reconcile with my brother. It is unfortunate that we never managed to patch up everything between us, but it’s something that can’t be changed. I would have liked for it to not end the way it had. As it is, I resigned myself to my fate, feeling that it was the only way. And in the end, things did get better. There was still much loss, but things changed for the good instead of getting worse.
Nothing will ever be perfect, but we can hope for everything to be alright.
Regulus Black//Harry Potter//204
15 May 2008 @ 03:28 am
The Black brothers were as different from each other as they could be. Growing up, this never mattered, Sirius and Regulus were best friends. Sirius always looked out for his little brother, and Regulus idolized his big brother. There weren’t many other kids for them to play with: all of their cousins were older than them, and their mother was very picky about who could play with her special, privileged boys. But it wasn’t just for lack of other playmates – they enjoyed their mini-adventures at home.
(The Sirius in this issiriusly_pads, used with permission.)
Sirius was always willing to let Regulus climb into his bed when there was a thunderstorm, hugging him close and telling him that it was okay and it would be over soon. He’d always go to Regulus’ side after their mother yelled at them and his little brother was sniffling and upset. He stuck up for Regulus when Bellatrix picked on him, and he took the blame if his brother broke something.
The more they grew, though, the more pronounced their differences became. Sirius was loud and rowdy, and he didn’t like to sit still for too long. Regulus was much quieter and more reserved, doing exactly what he was told to do when he was told to do it. As they got older, Sirius got in trouble more and more often, with their mother yelling at him with increasing volume each time. And more and more, Regulus tried to talk his brother out of his jokes and pranks, but each time Sirius managed to talk him into going along with it, assuring Regulus that he wouldn’t get in trouble. Sirius still covered for his little brother, saving him from their mother’s wrath.
But Regulus still climbed into Sirius’ bed when there was a storm, and Sirius still let him, hugging him and promising that it would pass soon, and everything would be fine.
Everything wouldn’t be fine though, not really. As the years went on, it became more and more obvious that the two brothers were almost complete opposites. And it became more and more obvious that their mother had chosen favorites. Sirius was the black sheep, her favorite to yell and scream at, the one she used to make an example. Regulus was the perfect son, her favorite to shape and mold, the one used to show off. She said that Sirius was the failure; that he would try and bring down the Black name. She said that Regulus was her golden boy; that he would do great things for the Black family.
And as time went by, the brothers stopped being so close. Regulus stopped climbing into Sirius’ bed when it stormed, and Sirius stopped taking care of Regulus. The lies and poison that their mother had been pouring into Regulus’ mind throughout the years – he followed them without question. He lived up to the image that she had painted for him to be: the perfect son, the one who would uphold the Black family name.
As they grew further apart and they each followed the path that their differences carved for them, Regulus wondered if their mother was right. Which one was the good son? Which one was the failure?
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(The Sirius in this is
siriusly_pads, used with permission.)Current Mood: melancholy
melancholy