#and sirius is so emotion. movement. going out on fridays. and buzzing markets.

[enbysiriusblack]

a snippet from two hearts colliding:

Regulus was doing the crossword in the paper. It was a peaceful early morning; a cup of Jasmine tea in his hands, the crossword in front of him, the low hum of rain outside, and no sound but his own breathing and the scratching of his pencil inside his home. 

He took a sip of his tea, only a few more words left to go before he was finished. That was slightly disappointing, but he lifted his spirits slightly with thoughts of going down to the public library or maybe he could stay in the whole day, playing the piano, rereading one of the books he had on his shelf, maybe getting his paints out and doing some landscape painting by the window. 

It was a peaceful Sunday. 

A loud yelp came from the hallway, Regulus jumped in shock and spilled his tea over himself and the newspaper. 

The voice laughed, seeing what had happened, and walked over, jumping onto the sofa and laying down with a sigh.

“Hello Reggie!”

“Sirius. Why are you here?” He gritted his teeth.

Sirius stood up, stretching, “Brunch.”

“I’m not cooking you brunch.”

“That is not what I meant. I’m taking you out for brunch with a couple of my mates!”

“I deline the offer, I’m rather busy today.”

Sirius grinned, “Doing what? Spilling tea on yourself?”

“That was your fault! I didn’t expect anyone to come into my house! How do you even have a key?”

Sirius’ grin widened, “I’m a magician.”

Regulus sighed, getting up to clean himself up, “Can you poof out of here then? I’m not going to brunch with you.”

Sirius sat back on the sofa, “Go clean yourself up then, I’ll wait for you here and then we’ll go out for brunch.”

“It’s like you don’t hear a word I say”, Regulus muttered, throwing his wet t-shirt at Sirius as he walked to his bedroom to change.