Regulus & Lucius ;; Threads - Blog Posts
The longer he sat there, the heavier the weight of Lucius' judgment seemed to be. They were family now, and Regulus' family seemed to be dwindling every time he blinked. He ached for more - not that he thought he would find that in Lucius Malfoy. It was the pureblooded way to be like this with family, and Regulus was tired of constantly second-guessing himself around those who were meant to care. He was alone in the world, more alone than ever, and he was trying to cling to any sort of familial relationship he had - including that with his new, judgy cousin-in-law. "Hmm, maybe....but this is tastier. I've got Black family genes, I'm all skin and bones, I don't need to worry about eating several pies," he shrugged, pushing his plate away. Lowering his voice so as not to be overheard, Reg looked at Lucius and asked "how are you adjusting to having Narcissa's hobbies in your home? She's got a fascinating collection," he commented, curious as to how Lucius was adjusting to that. "Happy wife, happy life...that's what they say, right? Not that I'd know."
Lucius took a moment to let his attention drift from the pie on the table, up to the wizard in front of him. Words hung on the tip of his tongue, ready to judge on the need to eat two pies, though, they faded away, not in the mood to end up in any real banter. He wanted a night to relax from his duties he did earlier before heading home to his wife.
"You do not think substance might be better?" Get a proper meal in to fuel him. "The food here isn't that horrid." He had better at other establishments. "Married life is fine." They had spent a lot of time together, but it was nice knowing that at the end of the night, she did not have to leave, a comfort waking up to her beside him. "That is good to know. I do not like when she is unhappy."
There were some evenings that Regulus didn't mind company, and some where he wanted to simply people watch until the evening slipped away. He'd been planning on people watching until the time came for his mission, curiously surveying the White Wyvern to see if there was any information that could be gained. Even in these dark times, once people had a pint of beer their lips loosened and secrets were spoken louder than necessary. Watching Lucius move over to join him saw those plans slipping away, but he didn't mind it too much.
Family was everything, after all.
"I've cast a lot of complex spells today, it was quite draining. I could eat two of these I reckon...need to get my strength back up," Regulus shrugged, shovelling another forkful in his mouth. "How are you settling into married life? I saw Narcissa the other day...she seemed happy," he offered.
Lucius glanced over to the voice, one to a face he did not mind, at least a Black that was still on the right side, causing him to slip from his chair and join him at his table. Hues glance down at the pie on the table. "I did not say you were not." Company he could appreciate.
"Has it been a day that you feel inclined to eat an entire pie?" He leans back in his chair and takes a sip of his drink. Lucius wasn't one to judge, but he was judging. That was a lie, he was always one to judge.
After a long day at work, Regulus had wanted nothing more than to retreat home and head straight to bed. As it was, he had a mission to undertake that evening and it was hardly worth going home at all. He'd showered and changed into fresh robes in one of the department bathrooms (plumbed in after several complaints from Unspeakables who had ended up covered in various magical substances whilst undertaking research), and apparated straight to the White Wyvern to eat some pub grub and await nightfall.
Entirely consumed by the pie in front of him, Regulus had hardly noticed that someone had taken up residence at the table beside him. Only when he glanced up did he recognise his new cousin-in-law, and he offered Lucius a curt nod. "I'm as entitled to be here as you are, Lucius. Just keeping myself to myself, I don't want any trouble."
where: white wyvern who: open
Lucius hated being back from his honeymoon. Being away from London and those that occupied it, it allowed the two of them to live in a world that was merely theirs. He did miss his peacocks, the only real thing that was the deciding factor to be home. That also meant back out doing the Dark Lord's work and after the day he had, a drink was required.
With a drink in hand, and table that allowed him to watch who walked through, a smirk turned on his lips at the next patron. "Should you be here?" His tone that of one who sounded bored, twisting his head to observe the person in question walk by.
