#this is written from... kind of... regulus' pov. because he truly was the spare; the second choice. had sirius not rebelled

[saintchaser]

sirius black, who excelled, who was bright, who was alive. sirius black, whose smiles were wide and whose arms were open, whose hair was tucked behind his ear, his wand poking out of it, whose sleeves were rolled up, whose hands were filled with scribbles, and whose ears were filled with earrings. sirius black, cigarettes tucked behind his ears, and love tucked in his heart. sirius black, books scattered across the floor and his tie hanging off the bed frame. sirius black, who has always done everything effortlessly. whose magic coursed through his veins, thick like smoke, liquid like blood, ever since he knew himself. wine spilt on gowns, the lost heir.

regulus black, who tried, who was bright, but who never shined as brightly as sirius. regulus, who kept his back straight and who kept himself composed, green around his neck, his destiny a weight around his chest. chaining him, heavy on his heart. regulus black, imperfect perfection. regulus black, neat handwriting on scattered letters, a quiet betrayal signed R. A. B., a scream dying in the back of his throat. regulus black, magic in his veins, but not nearly as effortless as sirius', not nearly as good, never as good as sirius. regulus black, the spare heir.

#this is written from... kind of... regulus' pov. because he truly was the spare; the second choice. had sirius not rebelled #<- against their parents regulus would have never stood a chance to being the heir. regulus was “soft”. regulus was not as determined and #<- not as cunning. regulus had never been enough. and he had never been regulus. he had been sirius' brother #also in this piece regulus has nine lines while sirius has 10. that was purely intentional (regulus feels less than sirius) #also these tags are also regulus' pov. that's the way he sees himself and his brother #sirius black #regulus black #the black brothers #my writing