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regulus desired the things that would destroy him in the end.

his family was the first. he craved the beauty of suffering, to lick the love off the knives, the violence that blurred affection. the blade he turned inside himself. love that was love. to drown in the insanity and blood that consumed every part of him.

sirius was next. woven in their veins and forged in loss and rage. regulus would drown in tears and burn against the brightest star. he would let sirius fight and tear at him, to let his own blood stain his fingers and mouth like a pomegranate.

james was the last. to split open his ribs, dig his fingers into his heart and blood and bones, pick them open and destroy him. regulus would eat the fruit if james asked, give up heaven for his love. he wanted to be devoured by him, in every look, movement and smile.

to be used and ruined. to use and to ruin. is what regulus desired most.

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I read Antony and Cleopatra in my literature class today and they r so jegulus coded

Antony and Cleopatra loved each other violently, they would kill for each other and would (in the end) die without the other. James and regulus who loved each other so much they would go against every sign to be together and in the end both died without each other.

Cleopatra who lied about her death and Antony who killed himself because he could not bear to live without her and died in her arms. James who every night would look to the brightest star in the Leo constellation to mourn his love.

Cleopatra who killed herself through sacrifice for her lover and her last words were his name. Regulus who was the sacrificial lamb to his last breath and looked to the sun in goodbye before stepping into the cave.

"souls like ours travel lifetimes just to see each other again...make death proud to take us"

Both lovers were willing to sacrifice the world for each other but in the end tore each other apart as war ravaged their love. Both died tragically without their other half. Both had the world at their feet yet couldn't have the one thing they desired.

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regulus loved violently. he loved like a starving dog, especially when it came to his family.

"Regulus loved his mother; no matter how she wounded him, he craved her affection. Like a dog, panting and messy, chewing her words up like the meat left on bones. He would let her skin him to the bone, something was better than nothing, even if the touch was stained with blood—he could take the violence, not the absence. "

he loved his family through blood and abuse. he loved Sirius through screaming matches and harsh words. he loved James through tears and sacrifice.

regulus black loved the only way he knew: violently.

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infact, maybe in the end, my deep attachment to jegulus just stems from the fact their relationship reminds me of what mine and hers once was

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james "i hate the rain" potter and regulus "i feel alive in the rain" black as they sit in the pouring rain on the shore of the black lake in total silence. regulus who only was able to cry when it was raining and felt at peace in the water, until his death. james who hated the rain until he met regulus because it was the only time regulus would let him in.

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the eye of a hurricane

Across the rugged highlands, along the coast, a girl ran down the shore.  Her bare feet pounding against the wet sand, sea foaming in the distance, waves roaring in her ears. Her breathing was ragged and short, hair whipping behind her, she threw a glance behind her. The empty beach greeted her. She slowed down before stopping: gaze raking across the area, short shaky breaths coming out as puffs of warm air, wand gripped firmly in her hand.  A lone girl standing against the bleeding sun, the tides licking at her heels and the wind flushing her cheeks. A lamb waiting for its end.  A flash of red hit her side; breath pushed from her chest as she fell onto her knees. The current greeted her, its cold embrace welcoming against the sharp sand. She reached for her wand; throwing her head up, it was met by sharp red eyes leaning down to observe her. It was a man: dressed in all black, coat dancing in the wind; dark hair and pale skin painted red in the dying light; crimson eyes hungry.  She tried to throw a spell, a scream, anything—nothing came out. He smiled lazily, “Don’t fight. It will be quick.” His voice was gravelly and low, coarse yet smooth, harsh yet saccharine, quiet yet booming. He sounded like the rattling breath of her grandfather, the sobs of her mother, the shouts of her father, the cries of her sister. He sounded like Death.  She stood at the precipice of her destiny: a prey caught in the jaw of the wolf, a wand pressed against her temple. A murmur and pain, searing hot pain. Pulling against her mind, dragging through her memories and soul, leaving her with nothing. And then it was silent. A red light flashed but she had already been gone. Her memories, her soul, her being: strung out in a silver string in the twilight sky.  The man trapped the string, placing it into a slim bottle, before crouching next to her body. Her blue eyes, frozen wide open, and brown hair, wet from the sea. He stood, smiling, black smoke engulfing his figure as he disappeared.  In the distance, an augurey sang out. Its cry echoing through the night sky, the sky roared in response. A storm was coming. 

little peak at ch 3 (memento mori ao3)

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memento mori - remember to die

my jegulus fic with seer regulus

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Prophet boy,  who speaks in tongues of auguries chosen by the sun, blood made divine and eyes made of moon dances in hand with death  Star boy,  falls to the sea  who born from water emerges once more  will find the dark lords secret seven times anew   or stand at his side as a servant renewed Lion boy, water filled lungs and sun kissed wings will turn the war  faction unfixed will look to the sun  for dark and the light both call for the little king the child of the moon will learn to burn... Icarus landed in the sea when he fell. Helios kissed his wings with sun-soaked lips and burnt him into a legend. 

link on ao3