Will insult someone as a form of ‘affection’. Is short and will yell at you if you bring it up. Can not apologize correctly for the life of him. Cold. Doesn’t let many people get close. Not the biggest fan of showing others affection. Touch and affection starved but would rather be crusio-ed than admit that. Will yell and push you off if you try and touch him
He was your father. A man who never seemed to share his emotions to anyone.
You couldn’t blame him, of course you couldn’t. You knew what he’d gone through.
But he had you, his one heir.
He didn’t hate you, no, not by any means. But you weren’t meant to be here, only living because of a single moment where Regulus was senseless and didn’t think, leaving him with a child to raise. You were a mistake. He tried to love you, but it was hard. It was hard to love you, not because of you being an unexpected birth, because he didn’t know how to love anyone. Everything he had loved had been taken from him. His heart still felt, but he didn’t know how to express it.
That was before yesterday happened. Another moment where he didn’t think. Another mistake. Another one he couldn’t take back.
He’d snapped yesterday, not his intention. You’d just been trying to show him some drawing you made, seeking his approval. You were just being a child. He should’ve have yelled, he shouldn’t have hit you.
He’d watch as you started to cry as he hit you for the first time, remembering all the sleepless nights where he used to hold you close and soothe you as you cried.
He’s losing control. He’s becoming his parents. And he doesn’t know how to stop it.
But his heart was handed to him, his mind screaming at him, today, as you walked into the dining room with your hands held together in front of you and your head bowed. You looked like him when he was young.
No…No, no, no.
You weren’t supposed to look and live like he did.
Then it hit him when you walked to sit down in your chair and made breakfast for yourself. He tried to be nonchalant, to start a normal conversation, maybe apologize.
But when you kept your head down, looking almost fearful, for the first time, he wasn’t sure what to do.
His mother always said there’d be a moment where he knew he was a Black, through and through. It’s now. It’s him not knowing how to fix things when you looked up and called him *Father* instead of *Dada* like you always did. He *was* a Black.
He is the type who… (part 2)
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Dark Reign | IB: v_slytherinreacts
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The worst version of himself.
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