It's very warm. I do believe that officially makes it more useful than a peacock's feathers. [As he watches Nyx's 'expert' handling of the cloak, Regis can't help but chuckle, the sound softer than his earlier laughter, but no less amused.]
Congratulations. You just made yourself the enemy of every single on of my chamberlains. I can almost hear them screaming out in disgust at your idea of tender care.
[As if he hasn't done worse to that blasted cape some nights, but it's not like any of them are going to say something to him.]
No frills? You realize that likely would be seen as an act of treason against the Lucis Caelum line. We are quite fond of our dramatics. [Yet, for all that purported love of dramatics, Regis falls suspiciously silent while Nyx's fingers move across his chest and shoulders. It would be easy to shake off the gentle touches, but he doesn't, finding himself more interested in wondering why each light touch leaves behind such a lasting warmth. The things that Nyx mentions are true. Regis is quite aware of how much he favors that side, of how the weight doesn't help. It's to the point that on some days he can't hide it even when in public. It's such a little thing, though, when one has to think of countries and prophecies. What does it matter when soon enough...
And there go his thoughts drifting far too far into the realm of his own mortality again. He's really on a roll tonight.]
Unfortunately, men of my age all tend to be more than a little lopsided.
[At first, Regis fully intends on leaving that statement as it is, but there is something about being the recipient of Nyx's look that makes him feel guilty, as if he's taking something that he has no right to take.]
You should save that smile to share with someone who deserves it.
Have you SEEN the way that Iedolas struts around? Of course, there are peacocks in Eo- Oh wait...
[As he watches Nyx's 'expert' handling of the cloak, Regis can't help but chuckle, the sound softer than his earlier laughter, but no less amused.]
Congratulations. You just made yourself the enemy of every single on of my chamberlains. I can almost hear them screaming out in disgust at your idea of tender care.
[As if he hasn't done worse to that blasted cape some nights, but it's not like any of them are going to say something to him.]
No frills? You realize that likely would be seen as an act of treason against the Lucis Caelum line. We are quite fond of our dramatics.
[Yet, for all that purported love of dramatics, Regis falls suspiciously silent while Nyx's fingers move across his chest and shoulders. It would be easy to shake off the gentle touches, but he doesn't, finding himself more interested in wondering why each light touch leaves behind such a lasting warmth. The things that Nyx mentions are true. Regis is quite aware of how much he favors that side, of how the weight doesn't help. It's to the point that on some days he can't hide it even when in public. It's such a little thing, though, when one has to think of countries and prophecies. What does it matter when soon enough...
And there go his thoughts drifting far too far into the realm of his own mortality again. He's really on a roll tonight.]
Unfortunately, men of my age all tend to be more than a little lopsided.
[At first, Regis fully intends on leaving that statement as it is, but there is something about being the recipient of Nyx's look that makes him feel guilty, as if he's taking something that he has no right to take.]
You should save that smile to share with someone who deserves it.