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[kabeleced]

[[Upstairs, Reg's room, Monday night/early Tuesday morning]]Regulus sits huddled back in a chair, a knee pulled up to his chest, and watches Desire silently as he gets comfortable in the room, shoes and jacket near a chair. When Desire is, he considers going and sitting next to him, but decides against it

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[true_desire]

"Wh-- All right," the Endless says, blinking slightly. "Ask."

[kabeleced]

Regulus fidgets, fiddling with the hairs on the back of his neck and trying to avoid asking. A few moments pass, and something else occurs to him. "You know Jeremy, right? Met him last night?"

[true_desire]

His eyes turn on Regulus, skeptically. "Is that really what you wanted to ask? -- Yes, I've met him."

[kabeleced]

He almost smiles for a moment. "Well, no. But. You know how he's doing a project about how he recognizes a bunch of the people here from books and plays and things?"

[true_desire]

"Yes. He showed me the cow." Desire grins, sly and sharp. "It was amusing. Although he hasn't any theories on what it means."

Desire lounges back in his sear, giving Regulus a look that is distinctly come hither. "He seems a bright young one, regardless."

[kabeleced]

"Yeah. He said that this place's from the same place as the cow, too, I think. Or, um. Something like that."

Regulus half-smiles a bit weakly, almost getting up but thinking better of it at the last minute. "And he does. But. Um. Do you know who Harry Potter is?"

[true_desire]

"Of course," says Desire, smirking slightly. "He wants so very much. Belonging. Family. Love, and understanding. And what he wants to do to V-- their Dark Lord."
In a rare moment of prudence, Desire stops himself from saying 'Voldemort,' eyes flickering unconsciously to rest on Regulus' sleeve.

"Yes, Regulus. I know Harry."

[kabeleced]

"So he's. He's, y'know. Real, right? Somewhere?" He bites his lips and huddles a bit more in on himself, his left forearm absently rubbing his shin. "Bloody Vold -."

[true_desire]

"As real as--" Desire starts, but sit forward as Regulus curls in, reaching for the younger man: The Endless rises and stands behind Regulus, looking troubled. "As real as you are, love. Why?"

[kabeleced]

"Because I -" he takes a deep breath, trying not to babble. "Because Jeremy said that in where he comes from Harry's from a book and I'm from the same book and that means I'm real but only in some person's head and I don't want to be not real cos then you wouldn't love me, would you? And I -" couldn't bear it if you didn't love me "- I'd kind of, um. Flail about?" He looks up at Desire, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from going on and on again.

[true_desire]

We exist because they know, deep in their hearts, that we exist. The words slither up through the recesses of memory, though the Endless could not voice it if asked: Desire settles around the chair, finally coming to rest with legs curled about the chair's feet, arms about the young man's knees, and cheek half-insinuated into Regulus' lap.

"I love you, Regulus. Nothing will change that."

And Desire feels nothing like a doll.
Nothing like a doll at all.

[kabeleced]

Regulus leans over, his arms folding across Desire's neck and his head lowering to rest softly on top of the one in his lap. After a few moments his back starts to protest, so he slides out of the chair and settles with his arms wrapped about Desire and his head resting on his neck. He takes a deep breath, and then another, and is almost calm.

"You. Are you sure? Even if I'm just a figment of someone's imagination?"

Almost calm.

[true_desire]

"You're hardly a figment of anyone's imagination." Desire shifts in Regulus' embrace, holding him as well... And some of the Endless' impetuousness returns with his lover's nearness.

"You might be a dream, but I doubt that," he continues, finding a gap between shirt and skin to kiss. "My brother would never stand for me misusing anything of his like this."

[kabeleced]

"You, you sure?" Regulus smiles despite himself, laughing softly and nuzzling Desire's neck. "And, and this might be so terribly off topic, but I'm being misused?" He pulls away enough to try and frown. "You ought to have told me I was being misused. Not because I mind, or anything. It's just a good thing to know, y'know."

[true_desire]

"Quite sure," Desire purrs, leaning into Regulus' attentions -- and pouting when he pulls away, shifting weight to hands and knees to follow, attempting to kiss away the frown. "And I wouldn't say 'misused,' really.. Perhaps just that Dream would think so. Enough about him. Are you here with him or me?"

[kabeleced]

"I was joking, you know." Regulus smiles, and pulls away a bit more, surveying Desire carefully. "Though I don't know. Hmm." He leans forward enough to kiss Desire, almost teasingly, and pulls away again. "Well, you kiss like you, but then I've never kissed your brother so I've no basis for comparison. Also," he adds, with almost a smirk, "I don't know that, were you really you, you'd let me go on talking for this long without -"