Oct 09, 2008 18:59
While there's a pool of blood outside the shop's front door, it's small compared to the one just inside it - spread beneath the dead body of one Regulus Black. He's been sprawled there for some time on his side how he fell; dead before he even hit the ground.
It's funny, how life continues outside the shop - the distant sounds of bicyclists' bells and the shuffle of feet falling upon deaf ears.
It's a sunny October morning, and Regulus is not alive to see it.
[ooc: BACKDATED to this morning.]
traitors die,
!plot,
what is my lack of afterlife,
fuckies,
!ic,
this is my dead face