#sophie i promise no harm will come to regulus hes precious i would never

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for sophie a little pinch of jegulus and wind chimes bc regulus died and james only has the wind for company. no idea how many words this is. no warnings whatsoever <3 (i don’t write fanfiction, i only write snippets of little silly stuff which come to my brain, bc i have too much imagination and sometimes i’m incapable of channeling it into my art :/)

james used to call regulus’ voice “like a bunch of wind chimes.” so soft, so gentle, caressing the wind, harnessing it lightly to create music, then letting it go. so clear, so innocent. free of heaviness and darkness. it was james’ beacon, wind chimes, anywhere. and so was regulus’ voice.

then one day, james no longer heard regulus’ voice. no matter how many spell reversals he did. memory bottles, pensives. something kept regulus away from his reach, and he didn’t know why. he couldn’t even comfort himself about the thought regulus was no longer in pain over anything.

on thst same day, james decided to buy some wind chimes. both his death wish and saving grace, he sat outside every day, listening to the gentle tinkle of metal.

until the wind stopped blowing.

the wind stopped blowing, and james realised, it was a curse.

the wind stopped blowing, so did the wind chimes.

he tried bringing the gentle music back, but his own fingers tapping the metal were too clumsy, too loud. it sounded wrong. it sounded like regulus‘ throat was sandpapery after having no water. he didn’t want his love to be unable to speak clearly.

james went ballistic. he stayed inside for days upon days. he didn’t show his face to anyone. not even sirius.

and one hot july afternoon, the wind chimes came back.

regulus came back.