SIRIUS & REGULUS (love triangle plot w/OC)
From the noble house of black.
✯ to fall from grace ✯
PHRASE
If someone falls from grace, they suddenly stop being successful or popular.
(in Christian belief) descend from a state of divine favour into si...
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DANCE OR DISAPPEAR, Part 2 the nightmare continues (from chapter 57) ———
My eyes snapped open, just as they had closed. The last place I had been was my dormitory, next to Ramona. Us both giving the other the silent treatment and tightly closing the curtains around our beds.
Now, I was back at Malfoy Manor. Back on the stage in my tutu, as the crowd of pure bloods before me heckled at the sight of the music stopping and my feet flat upon the wooden stage instead of on pointe.
Regulus, still at the back of the room and beside the piano. The piano that charmed me up onto my toes. Toes that felt throbbing beneath me, unfamiliar with the strain of gracious and torturous elegance.
I didn't want to run to him.
I knew this was a dream and I wasn't exactly sure why I was back here. Lucidly aware of my surroundings, how surreal and distorted they looked upon close inspection.
Not everyone in the crowd had a face.
At some point I hadn't noticed, I mustn't have done. A figure on a seat was enough before I awoke in my own sleep. But now their wax like, smooth faces felt even more sinister than they had done before.
I'm just dreaming, I reminded myself.
I've been here before. I woke up at this very moment last time. It had no power over me anymore.
Instead, Regulus and the price tag that hung loosely in his hand and as he held open the door for me, now just made me quiver.
The whole picture was grotesque. Him next to the piano that controlled me. Him buying me to set me free. Some kind of ego trip, on his behalf. Those black and white keys that played by his fingertips are the same that forced me into contortion upon the stage. A spell unlike anything else, leaving me sore and angry.
He played me upon that stage, only to stop exactly when he wanted to and at exactly the moment all those blank faces frothed at their metaphorical mouths and imagined me as their next trophy.
Regulus had been in control of this entire dream. Though I knew it wasn't him, not really, I couldn't help but feel...
It wasn't him.
A smile found its way onto my face. My flat footed movements, restricted in these ridiculous shoes started slapping against the floor beneath me. Wood to marble as I descended from the stage. Focused and locked on my predator who attempted to make me prey.
I started channelling through the aisle of the crowd. Puppet like arms began to snap out towards me, attempting to grab at my feathered tutu. Still desperate for a souvenir to salivate over. Each reach and extended hand was viscous in their robotic movements. Like machinery to dodge as it begun to break down and crumble apart around me. Unpredictable, clunky and dangerous. Snapping valves for arms and the sound of hissing fumes in their hysteria was all that I could feel in the blur of my unsteady run. The crowd were malfunctioning around me. Animatronics that had been stripped of their charm. Stripped of their nobility, identity and beginning to rust rapidly. The harder I attempted to ignore them and remind myself of their temporal existence, the quieter the blur became. Part by part, the crowd froze in their rust and fell around me. A buzz in the air was all that was left behind. A static sound as I finally pushed my self out of the seeking and coppering hands and freed myself from the targeted gaze of a calculated audience.
