spoopy shenanigans [ota]

[effingsirius]

It's Halloween. Clearly this means it's time for shenanigans.

Or at least a party. Come costumed (or at the very least clothed.) Here there be alcohol and spoopiness.

Have fun!



[ooc: sob idk what this is go forth and have fun ppl i guess toplevel and attack at will?]

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[rab]

"Always would, we just didn't know it. That's all." He pulls Sirius into another hug, like now that he's started he doesn't want to stop again. "Everything will be all right, yeah?"

(When did he get so optimistic?)

[effingsirius]

He's glad for the hug, even if it means he has to linger a little longer instead of bolting like he wants to. It's been too long since they've been able to hug.

His laugh is trembling, but actually a little happy, to hear the optimism in Regulus' voice.

"Y-yeah, Reg. It-- it will be."

[rab]

The hug is nice. It hurts, emotionally, but it's nice. Finally, reluctantly, he lets go. He still feels awful for this.

"Love you. I'm--sorry."

For what, he doesn't quite elaborate.

[effingsirius]

"You have nothing to apologize for."

Firm, even though a part of him is stifling the quiet hurt.

"I love you. More than anything."

More than Remus, in his own way. More than enough to let the two of them to be happy together.

He'll be all right.

[rab]

"More than anything." It's a quiet echo to match him, looking at him like he can see if there's any lie in Sirius' expression. They've both always been terrible at lying to each other.

Which is how he knows something is still wrong, but at the same time Sirius is still so earnest about it.

He sighs slow, drags his fingers through his hair. "You're the best thing in my life, Sirius. I need you to know that."

[effingsirius]

"Second best," he corrects with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, "'s no way I'm ever gonna top Remus at anything."

But he can love his little brother with everything he has, and hope that it's enough.

[rab]

"No," Regulus says, firm. "You're always first and best. Nothing can ever change that."

It's clear he means it. He really, truly does. "I'll never let you get away with saying you're not. Remember, we've had a lot of practice at this." And it's true.

[effingsirius]

He shakes his head slightly, but he manages a smile, regardless.

"Thanks, Reggie," he replies appreciatively, "'m gonna-- Need to process this, mm?"

And maybe to drink away his sorrows.

"Love you. And I'm happy for you. Honest."