*After first leaning onto the counter to see if he can see where his wand landed (he can't), Regulus sighs and starts to walk around the counter to so search for it.
He makes it halfway there before a creeping dread in his stomach stops him, slows him to a stop where he can't quite figure out if he's upset or ill. He puts a hand out on the wall to ground himself but the feeling only gets stronger, a deep and aching and cold sorrow he hadn't acknowledged until now, too distracted by his usual sense of depression and his mission to find a bug-free place to set up. His eyebrows knit together and he tries to bite his lips between his teeth but he feels too cold and heavy to muster up the effort.
Summer nights shouldn't be this cold, and small farmhouses shouldn't cause any of the yawning despondency he always carries around to flare into his consciousness.*
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Date: 2010-08-06 09:15 am (UTC)He makes it halfway there before a creeping dread in his stomach stops him, slows him to a stop where he can't quite figure out if he's upset or ill. He puts a hand out on the wall to ground himself but the feeling only gets stronger, a deep and aching and cold sorrow he hadn't acknowledged until now, too distracted by his usual sense of depression and his mission to find a bug-free place to set up. His eyebrows knit together and he tries to bite his lips between his teeth but he feels too cold and heavy to muster up the effort.
Summer nights shouldn't be this cold, and small farmhouses shouldn't cause any of the yawning despondency he always carries around to flare into his consciousness.*