Drunk. The both of you. Again. It probably wasn’t the wisest to be on a school night, but it’d been a long week, and Regulus snagged some fire whiskey from Sirius’ personal stash.

A series of drinks later, he watched as you laid sprawled on the floor, laughing at nothing whilst he simply took you in. He had his glass in hand as he sketched a rough outline of how he pictured your frame. “Be still,” He grumbled, seemingly somehow grouchier despite his hazy mind.