[There's something terribly sad about how hard it is for Regis to accept those gentle touches. Once it had been so easy for him to both give and receive affection. Then he'd lost Aulea and almost lost Noctis. Then Tenebrae had fallen and there was just no time for that kind of thing anymore. Even when Regis found time to reach out to Noctis, the distance between them had only grown. He'd given all he could, and more often than not what he didn't give was taken until...
For the third time this night, Regis lets his eyes fall closed in response to Nyx's touch. Once more he drags himself out of his own mind and forces himself to focus on something infinitely more comforting than the knowledge of the dark future that spreads out in front of them. This is dangerous. A fool's quest. Soon enough Nyx's stint on Wall guard will end and he will return to the front. The Glaive has cheated Death any number of times. His earlier statement was no empty bluff. Will the next time he dances with Death be the one that ends with Regis feeling the magical link between them snap? Where might he be when it happens? A council meeting? Negotiation with visiting dignitaries? Alone in his office doing paperwork?
A soft, vaguely shaky breath slips from his lips and Regis mentally curses himself for how easily he lets himself slip back into his thoughts. There once was a time where he could switch off his mind, but that switch broke long ago.
Still, despite the direction his thoughts run in, when he finally speaks again there's acceptance in his tone. He knows the dangers in this; he knows how unwise it is and he's decided to move forward regardless of the consequences.
Regis opens his eyes, turning them in Nyx's direction without moving his head so that he doesn't disrupt the Glaive's tender actions.]
This is not the path I envisioned you taking when we first met all those years ago.
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For the third time this night, Regis lets his eyes fall closed in response to Nyx's touch. Once more he drags himself out of his own mind and forces himself to focus on something infinitely more comforting than the knowledge of the dark future that spreads out in front of them. This is dangerous. A fool's quest. Soon enough Nyx's stint on Wall guard will end and he will return to the front. The Glaive has cheated Death any number of times. His earlier statement was no empty bluff. Will the next time he dances with Death be the one that ends with Regis feeling the magical link between them snap? Where might he be when it happens? A council meeting? Negotiation with visiting dignitaries? Alone in his office doing paperwork?
A soft, vaguely shaky breath slips from his lips and Regis mentally curses himself for how easily he lets himself slip back into his thoughts. There once was a time where he could switch off his mind, but that switch broke long ago.
Still, despite the direction his thoughts run in, when he finally speaks again there's acceptance in his tone. He knows the dangers in this; he knows how unwise it is and he's decided to move forward regardless of the consequences.
Regis opens his eyes, turning them in Nyx's direction without moving his head so that he doesn't disrupt the Glaive's tender actions.]
This is not the path I envisioned you taking when we first met all those years ago.