Five -- video
Regulus is pacing in the drawing room - clearly waiting for something. Despite this he jumps all the same when the loud crack indicates the awaited return - though when he turns his face pales and he hurries over to the huddled, sobbing figure of the house elf Kreacher. "Kreacher, you--"
"Kreacher has returned to Master Regulus, as he ordered him..."
"Kreacher..." There's a weakened softness to his voice now, and he picks up the small creature gingerly - almost as one would their own child. "Come on, let's get you sorted." As he turns to leave the room his face is again visible.
His jaw is set almost painfully.
--
Regulus is sitting in a chair in Severus' house - looking pale and drawn, all but dead already as he stumbles over his words. It was a gamble to even come here - to put his faith so fully in one person. "I... You are the only person I still trust, Severus. I need..."
He falters.
"I need your help."
There is some small change, some small worry in Severus' expression but Regulus doesn't notice anything but the words. "Of course."
Regulus' only response for a long time is a crazy little laugh.
--
Regulus is locked in his room, barely-touched supper on a tray on his desk as he works, wand flicking overtime as he charms - it always was his strong point - a rather innocuous-looking locket.
There is a letter on the desk as well, written in tidy hand. If one looks closely, they may catch a few lines.
To the Dark Lord--
It's too far to make out much else until:
I face death in the hope that when you meet your match
you will be mortal once more.
R.A.B.
He takes a deep breath as he places the note inside the locket, letting it dangle from his hand and spin.
Regulus Black will be dead tonight, and it shows in his face.
--
Regulus is standing on a tiny island in the middle of a lake with Kreacher. The elf is the one holding the locket now and Regulus is ordering him in no uncertain terms.
"--drink it and then you are going to switch the lockets and leave me. Should the Dark Lord find me he could force the memories from me and come after..." There's a pause and his expression falters. My family and Severus. "Just leave me and destroy the locket. Tell no one, and you will have done me more proud than I can ever imagine."
And then Regulus is drinking the potion without break - Kreacher is already sobbing and wringing his hands and it isn't long before Regulus is sobbing as well - silently but for an occasional whimper - and once the potion is gone it's clear he's losing something as he watches the lockets be switched, watches Kreacher leave. He doesn't fight back when the Inferi come for him.
When his face disappears under the water he's at peace.
[ooc: The few days leading up to his death. ♥ He's currently unaware of the post!]
"Kreacher has returned to Master Regulus, as he ordered him..."
"Kreacher..." There's a weakened softness to his voice now, and he picks up the small creature gingerly - almost as one would their own child. "Come on, let's get you sorted." As he turns to leave the room his face is again visible.
His jaw is set almost painfully.
--
Regulus is sitting in a chair in Severus' house - looking pale and drawn, all but dead already as he stumbles over his words. It was a gamble to even come here - to put his faith so fully in one person. "I... You are the only person I still trust, Severus. I need..."
He falters.
"I need your help."
There is some small change, some small worry in Severus' expression but Regulus doesn't notice anything but the words. "Of course."
Regulus' only response for a long time is a crazy little laugh.
--
Regulus is locked in his room, barely-touched supper on a tray on his desk as he works, wand flicking overtime as he charms - it always was his strong point - a rather innocuous-looking locket.
There is a letter on the desk as well, written in tidy hand. If one looks closely, they may catch a few lines.
To the Dark Lord--
It's too far to make out much else until:
I face death in the hope that when you meet your match
you will be mortal once more.
R.A.B.
He takes a deep breath as he places the note inside the locket, letting it dangle from his hand and spin.
Regulus Black will be dead tonight, and it shows in his face.
--
Regulus is standing on a tiny island in the middle of a lake with Kreacher. The elf is the one holding the locket now and Regulus is ordering him in no uncertain terms.
"--drink it and then you are going to switch the lockets and leave me. Should the Dark Lord find me he could force the memories from me and come after..." There's a pause and his expression falters. My family and Severus. "Just leave me and destroy the locket. Tell no one, and you will have done me more proud than I can ever imagine."
And then Regulus is drinking the potion without break - Kreacher is already sobbing and wringing his hands and it isn't long before Regulus is sobbing as well - silently but for an occasional whimper - and once the potion is gone it's clear he's losing something as he watches the lockets be switched, watches Kreacher leave. He doesn't fight back when the Inferi come for him.
When his face disappears under the water he's at peace.
[ooc: The few days leading up to his death. ♥ He's currently unaware of the post!]