Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine.
Written for the Fanfic Dominoes Game at HPFC. Pairing: Regulus/Regulus.
Lucius and Bella were right, he thought, to insist that the Marking was more than just an initiation. It was a rebirth. Regulus certainly felt remade, and he loved it.
He struck a series of dramatic poses in front of his bedroom mirror, first with the mask, then without. The mask was intimidating, yes, and he smirked imagining how frightened some idiot Muggle would be to see his skeletal visage under the dark hood, but he preferred to see his own face. He looked dark, he decided. Dangerous. Sexy. He gave the mirror his best smoldering look, the one copied from Sirius, all pouty lips and heavy-lidded eyes, and he thought he was handsomer than Sirius would ever be.
The Mark was raw and ached every time he moved his arm, but Regulus knew it would soon heal, and he would then feel his Master's call through his flesh. He was so close to having everything he wanted. He would take his rightful place in the world, restoring glory to his family name. Staring at the new, improved Regulus in the mirror, he thought: I'm becoming just who I always dreamed I would be. And I can't wait for what comes next.
Unable to help himself, he laughed out loud and gave his reflection a wink.