Honestly But I Would Love The Image Of Walburga Forcing Down Bits Of Regulus Body After The Dark Lord

Honestly but I would love the image of Walburga forcing down bits of Regulus’ body after the Dark Lord found him within the inferni not long after Regulus was declared dead on the tapestry ("Mother, eat me and give birth to me again. This time I’ll make you proud"). She eats their failures (she failed as a mother and he failed as a daughter, a son, a fruit of her labor). And then she’ll wish for another child.

But let’s go back to her cannibalism. She pushes down pale flesh past her throat and cries for the first time in years. From disgust, from disappointment, and from exhaustion. She thought her second child would make everything okay again and now she swallows her word. She loves him but he now disappointed her. So she’ll make use of him one last time. Even if she doesn’t want to.

With her son curled up in her arms, her red lipstick smeared and mixed with gore, his wound opened and red, bleeding out through her dress, between her legs, and smearing her thighs, the red a bright contrast to his pale skin. She'll press him closer to her chest as she chokes on cold, wet flesh. The only warmth she'll feel is her tears.

Officially claiming something by the Beatles as a bartylus song

something very catholic about regulus and by that I mean sacrifice as atonement, repression, being on your knees for long periods of time with a rosary so tightly clenched in your hands when you let go the beads are imprinted on them and your knees are so red they look bloodied, waking up early to attend mass and the overcast sky and fog making you feel detached but somehow closer to God.....or whatever

WAIT ALSO TO ADD ON THE THE HOPING FOR A NEW CHILD, IT'S LIKE SHE'S COMPLETELY ERASING HIS EXISTENCE, THIS WASN'T REAL‼️THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN, HE WILL MERGE BACK INTO HER BODY! FOR YOU ARE DUST AND TO DUST YOU SHALL RETURN ‼️

Honestly but I would love the image of Walburga forcing down bits of Regulus’ body after the Dark Lord found him within the inferni not long after Regulus was declared dead on the tapestry ("Mother, eat me and give birth to me again. This time I’ll make you proud"). She eats their failures (she failed as a mother and he failed as a daughter, a son, a fruit of her labor). And then she’ll wish for another child.

But let’s go back to her cannibalism. She pushes down pale flesh past her throat and cries for the first time in years. From disgust, from disappointment, and from exhaustion. She thought her second child would make everything okay again and now she swallows her word. She loves him but he now disappointed her. So she’ll make use of him one last time. Even if she doesn’t want to.

With her son curled up in her arms, her red lipstick smeared and mixed with gore, his wound opened and red, bleeding out through her dress, between her legs, and smearing her thighs, the red a bright contrast to his pale skin. She'll press him closer to her chest as she chokes on cold, wet flesh. The only warmth she'll feel is her tears.

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