knights in white satin...

[sinfuldemise]

It still boggled Regulus's mind to think that one day the Island would be a Winter Wonderland and the next it'd be back to normal. It was sort of disappointing in a way as he was kind of hoping to keep the snow and cold around for awhile. It reminded him of home. Well, not home exactly because it was still the Island, but home in a sense. Like

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[_s_black_]

Damn weddings. The whole situation had put Sirius in a sour mood, but his dog seemed to not care much which actually helped in its own strange little way. Dogs only cared about a few things really and weddings just weren't on the list.

The rec room was usually a good spot for a nap or just to relax for a little while, but then there was someone there a lot of the time. This time, it was Regulus, sitting there on the floor. Recognizing him, the dog trotted over to him and flopped his butt down on the paper that he was drawing on, tail wagging, expectant.

"What are you drawing?" Sirius asked as the dog was now covering it.

[sinfuldemise]

Regulus immediately buried his hand in the dog's soft fur, chuckling softly to himself. "Nothin' really, just doodles," he lied. It was almost second nature, lying about those dark sorts of things to people. "Figured I'd best think of something to use my present for rather than just let it sit and go to waste, ya know?"
It wasn't any surprise really, that Sirius had gotten a dog. In a way, Regulus was kind of jealous, but he'd always been the sort to beg for a pony and not a puppy.
Merlin, how bloody effed up would that have been to wake up with a pony outside the hut?

[_s_black_]

The dog's tail moved more rapidly, swishing across the paper at the attention. "Just doodles, eh?" Somehow, Sirius doubted that they were just doodles.

"Let's see these doodles then," he insisted and crouched down in front of Regulus. He moved the dog's butt aside, but quickly realized he really didn't want to know. Not at all.

"Regulus..." he started, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Fuck. "Tell me you're not going to actually put that on your arm."

[sinfuldemise]

Regulus tried to stop him, but all he'd managed out was a hurried "No, Sir-" before it was too late.

He pinched his brow and hung his head. "No, I'm not actually going to put that on my arm. I was just thinking, that's all."

[one_eyed_rags]

After his number of weeks on the island, Ragetti was appreciative of a familiar face. Any familiar face to be honest, and Captain Jack had said that Turner was on the island. So when he spotted the man in the rec-room, apparently drawing, he yelped and bounded forward excitedly.

"Turner whelp!"

[sinfuldemise]

Never had Regulus seen someone so bloody excited to set their eyes on someone before. No, strike that. He had, but said persons weren't really persons, but rather dogs of one sort or another.

"Not quite," he said once he had finished being so utterly startled out of his thoughts by the man.

[one_eyed_rags]

Confused by that, he hesitated mid-bounding. Which naturally, led to tripping which was often followed by falling. And with Ragetti's distinct amount of natural grace he proceeded with those actions in that order, falling to the floor so that he was stretched out on his belly like a crocodile, mere centimetrrs from the man he was sure was the whelp.

He blinked in confusion and stared up at the man from his place on the floor, making no effort to remove himself from said floor.

"Whot? Whot ye on about 'ittle Bootstrap?"

[sinfuldemise]

"Bootstrap?" Regulus asked, unable to keep himself from snickering a little. Oh he'd have to use that one on Turner the next time he saw him.

"Regulus Black, mate. Not Turner at all. Common misconception, don't worry about it."

It really bloody irked him though since he'd been here a full six months before Turner had shown his smug little face and then not a week later that Raif fellow had arrived as well. It was sad to not be original anymore, but he was (if asked of course) rather attractive and so didn't particularly mind seeing his face on other people sickening though it might be to think on the logistics of that.

[i_am_snape]

Snape walked in, quiet as ever, and merely stared over Regulus' shoulder. He didn't need to announce himself as present. That wasn't the way things worked.

"You're not going to actually do it, are you?" he asked quietly, sqinting at the sketch of the Dark Mark. His right hand instinctively rubbed over his left forearm as he looked at it.

[sinfuldemise]

"I don't know," Regulus replied honestly, somehow not at all surprised by Snape's sudden appearance. He craned his head back and looked up at the surly man, the back of his head just inches away from Severus's thigh.

[i_am_snape]

Snape sighed heavily. "No matter how hard we try to escape, we just come right back."

It was true for every Death Eater, he was certain. He hated Voldemort, hated the things he'd done for the monster, but... he couldn't say with any certainty that he wouldn't make the same choices all over again.

[sinfuldemise]

"There was purpose in it," he said quietly. "Better to do evil than nothing at all." He closed the book in his lap and reached up to take Snape's hand in his own.

"Sit. Please Severus." It was more command than request, but only out of habit and not intent.

[coffee_sir]

Ianto was feeling slightly better about the world in general today. So much so, in fact, that he had put on a suit in the morning. The jacket had quickly been abadoned, but every other part of the outfit was neat and perfect. And he had coffee in hand.

And as he strolled into the rec room, there was Orlando Bloom sitting on the floor. He blinked, and quickly struggled to remember any and all movies he'd been in. In none of them was he an artist, or at least that Ianto could remember. "Hello," he offered politely. "That's an interesting design."

[sinfuldemise]

There was just something about a Welsh accent that filled Regulus with this deep sense of home more than the London tones he'd grown up around. He looked up at its owner without raising his head entirely.

Muggle then. Any wizard would've been able to identify that mark without a second glance. Well dressed muggle too, something Regulus was strangely impressed by given the environment of the island and it's ability to utterly destroy clothing.

"Nothing original, I'm certain." He sat up a bit straighter and cocked his head curiously to one side, fringe partially obscuring his eyes. "Don't believe I've seen you before." Whether that warranted and introduction yet, the pure blood wasn't certain.

[coffee_sir]

The design did, in fact, look familiar, but what with cataloging Orlando Bloom's various films in his head, Ianto had not considered the mark as closely as the designer. Yet.

"Probably not," he responded, keeping his gaze politely on the other man. "But interesting nonetheless. And I don't believe I've seen you, either. Only been here about a month, though. Not too surprising."

[sinfuldemise]

Which meant that he'd not yet seen Raif and Turner. Good. The latter made Regulus's blood boil and the former just...well to be quite honest Raif just creeped his shite out. He never thought it possible for anything to make his face unattractive but somehow (in Regulus's opinion of course) Raif had managed it.

He moved the book to one side, leaving it sit open while he brought himself to his feet so that he could more politely offer his hand to the stranger. "Regulus Black. London. 1980."