⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˖ ࣪⠀𝔂𝗼𝘂 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝒷𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂͟𝗇͟𝗀 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝒎𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 , ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐯̵𝙞̵𝙘̵𝙩̵𝙞̵𝙢̵ 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝔣͟𝖺͟𝗍͟𝗁͟𝖾͟𝗋͟'𝗌͟ 𝓅͟𝗅͟𝖺͟𝗇͟𝗌 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗍𝗈 𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝔀𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅ㅤ .ᐟ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ regulus is standing in front of a dusty shelf in the library. he is hidden between the muggle history and the ancient artifacts section. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ he ends up taking an ancient artifacts book from the shelf, glancing at the ginger once he comes close to a table. “good morning, kahlan.” ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ his gaze is fixated on the covers, showcasing alluring letterings, to which he choses one that seems partially destroyed. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ “there is no such thing as too early.” his slender hands make sure to grasp the book, as he sits down next to her. “did you had a rough night?” he questions, his voice calm and understanding. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ amor.⠀ i am deeply connected to my sweet lysandra and regulus. which reminds me both of them have serious family issues. yikes. ⠀⠀

i knew you in another life you had that same look in your eyes

⠀⠀ well, hello. ⠀⠀