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“Threats are the last resort of a man with no vocabulary.”
― Tamora Pierce, Lady Knight

“And then—

"We have a bookshelf. Sirius built us a bookshelf, and you have the top shelves because you're taller, and I have the lower shelves because I keep all my journals on the very bottom."

James feels a lump form in his throat. He can't help it, the rush of emotion that crashes through him. You know that other life? The one where we could have been happy together? Where we're not a great, big tragedy? James had said. Tell me something about it, James had said. Regulus did, Regulus told him about this, and so much more. All these things—all of them left to another life, not this one, because they didn't get it in this one.

They were wrong. They were so fucking wrong.

Regulus has drifted forward, eyes wide with child-like wonder, something so painfully innocent there in his expression. His fingers run across the wood tenderly, with care, and his voice is so soft when he whispers, "This is beautiful, Sirius. How long have you been working on this?”
― Zeppazariel, Crimson Rivers

“I don't want to be a great big tragedy anymore," Regulus cokes out, looking at him almost desperately.
"Me neither," James admits. "Maybe someday, we won't be. Maybe, one day, well look at each other and see that other life, and maybe we actually get to have it. I can find it in we to hope for that, even after everything. I've had so much practice these last ten years, so I'll just do it for us both.”
― Bizarrestars, Crimson Rivers

“No one ever thinks to look up.”
― bizarrestars, Crimson Rivers