𝐌𝐮͟𝐥͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐞͟𝐫͟.

he woke the way he always did after pain — slowly, heavily, like dragging himself up from the bottom of a dark 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞. regulus’ bodies remember this routine well, the fog mixed with the pain. it’s all familiar to him until it wasn’t .

his body jerked against his will, a strangled, involuntary cry ripping out of him as white-hot pain carved through his side. no matter how hard regulus tried to anchor himself, to the cold floors beneath his palms and the sound of 𝒉𝒊𝒎. everything was slipping ..