Euphoria-Regulus Black

Chapter 37

The year was coming to a close, the students of Hogwarts were all packing their belongings to go to their family home. It made Sutton worried about Regulus, more so than usual. His mood had been diminishing and his expressiveness rather dull. His eyes had lost a joyful tint to them that she had noticed over the passed few weeks. Instead he always seemed tense, and he grew rather irritated the more he was around the Slytherin house, not that they would notice the storm brewing within him. But she saw it, the rage swirling in his eyes like a hurricane coming to wipe towns off the map. His body always prepared for an attack. His fingers always seemed to grip his wand too tightly lately.

That was one of their last nights in the ROR together, and she sat there, dragging her fingers through his hair, scraping her nails against his scalp. Trying to ease the tension she could feel growing in him. "Breathe, love, let's just enjoy tonight. Focus on just us. Not the shitstorm that's outside of this room." Sutton cooed softly.

She watched as he closed his eyes, the blue raging waves within them covered by his ivory lids. She could practically see the gears turning in his head, slower and slower and slower. His jaw was clenched, and she could see the muscles shifting. The tendons starting to loosen. His face was still tight with stress though. She traced her index finger down from his scalp, softening her trough as she traced his forehead, down his nose, over his lips and down his chin. His eyes fluttered open, two pools of icy sadness and anger still swirling. They were less stormy as before. The look in them softened when they met her honey orbs. His hand went to her cheek, caressing it softly. "Thank you." he whispered out, "I'm sorry. My family is stressing me out."

"I know, but they're not here yet. And we both still have some time before we have to tell them that we're courting." Sutton's nose crinkled at the formal word he had informed her that his family preferred. Although he had distinctly mentioned that usually they skipped the whole dating process and just went straight into the discussions and the negotiations of marriage.

Apparently, purebloods were even further behind in times because some pureblood family's still required a dowry, which was a nauseating concept for her. Parents charging to arrange their daughter into a marriage that she would have to magically be okay with no matter the type of person. That had made her wonder about her mother, had her grandparents taken a dowry to sell her to Nott family, or had they'd been so overwhelmed at the obsessive maniac that they just simply tossed her away. Or possibly a combination, which is what her mother had hinted at. The more Sutton was brought into the messy world of purebloods she began to further question why the cousin fuckers would openly choose this lifestyle, it seemed like a hassle and she couldn't help but wonder what would they do when the line of cousins became so blurred and mixed, would they start to actually delve even deeper into that disgusting incest pool or would they finally open their eyes before it got to that point.

Regulus sighed softly, like he was trying to convince himself to be calm. Her fingers made little circles on his scalp, sometimes scratching the surface and causing a soft hum to escape his lips. His face was almost at ease, his body slowly relaxing as he let her run her nails through his hair. Sometimes all he could ask for was this moment to stay locked in his head. Opening his eyes, ice clashed with honey, her eyes so soft as her hair was in navy blue curls a wild mane spilling past her shoulders to her tanned skin. Her face filled with so much love, it was often indescribable for him. His hand raised to caress her cheek, gentle as callused hands could be. His thumb drawing small circles along her cheek. His hand moved along her cheek, down her jaw and to cusp the back of her neck. Bringing her lips to his, gentle, comforting and warm. It wasn't needy or rushed. It was careful and feather-like, there wasn't any haste to their movements, just simply enjoying the taste of one another. These were the lulls they craved in the craziness of their lives. The moments that didn't feel like they needed to act a certain way.

And when words failed, actions always proved to be better.