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AU account to Regulus Black. | #hprp #mv #ms 21+ mdni golden trio era | written by ED.
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Disappearing into the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of extra strength whiskey and chugged it as quick as he could manage to quell his rising temper.
"Yeah? Maybe death would have suited me better after all!" He shouts after him.
Asshole.
Asshole.
No. Fights.
This is still her fatherโs business and she wonโt see it run into the ground.
This is still her fatherโs business and she wonโt see it run into the ground.
But...
Fine.
Fine.
Snarling, he turned back and grabbed hold of the boyโs throat.
โDonโt you dare fucking talk to me about walking away. You disappeared for two damn decades!โ He shouted in his face before he stormed off again.
โDonโt you dare fucking talk to me about walking away. You disappeared for two damn decades!โ He shouted in his face before he stormed off again.
"Fine. Yeah. Just walk away, it's all you're bloody good for!"
He shouldn't have come back. Merlin.
He shouldn't have come back. Merlin.
And donโt get in any fights.
Minding the pub - definitely.
Hm.
Mind the pub, sheโs got taps to refill.
Mind the pub, sheโs got taps to refill.
He'll be waiting his entire life, if it meant he'll see her.
โDonโt know what you expected, Iโve got everything that helped me move past it.โ He muttered, getting up and walking out of the room.
"Ouch. So, you were good with me being dead, eh?"
He gets to his feet.
He gets to his feet.
Heโll be waiting all day.
Then he'll wait.
โDonโt bother, Iโve got my whiskey, my work, and my wife. Thatโs all I need.โ
"The latter. You could have known that, dad," pause.
"I'm worried about you."
"I'm worried about you."
She didnโt say that, sheโs just busy.
She can tell him to leave, and he will.
โHave you get a case for me to examine and or are you just here to piss me off?โ
Regulus snorts.
"Sounds dull."
"Sounds dull."
Sheโs got inventory to do, but if he insists.
Can they talk, after the pub closes?
He said it, not her.
... Yeah. He's aware he's an idiot.
โPrediction of an ungrateful kidโs death.โ He muttered sarcastically.
"Anything interesting in that paper of yours?"
Snarling behind his paper.
Sure.
Stretches, kicking at his desk. Oops.
Stretches, kicking at his desk. Oops.
What did he expect? He visits once for the first time in years then disappears again.
Right.
He clears his throat, fingers drumming on the bar.
He clears his throat, fingers drumming on the bar.
Favourite is an exaggeration.
Ah, yes, his favourite son comes back from the dead and he ignores him.
It's like nothing changed.
It's like nothing changed.
Narrowing her eyes as she poured a beer for the customer next to him.
... Hi.
Bringing his paper up to his face with a glare.
Nope.
Hmph.
he just canโt get one quiet night.