Boring weeks are becoming rather elusive these days, aren't they? [Despite his best efforts, there's a regret-tinged sadness that makes it way into Regis' eyes. He hides it by shifting his gaze from Nyx to where his dress cape rests discarded a chair over, slightly out of his reach. The last thing he wants to do is ask Nyx to retrieve it for him. The Glaive is already catering to him more than he should have to. He may be a servant of the Crown, but this type of service is far below him.
With a sharp flick of his hand, Regis accesses the Armiger and the cape disappears with a soft crystalline crackle. He draws a slow measured breath to beat back the rush of exhaustion that follows. It's been growing harder to access the Armiger lately--just one more reason he has no more place on the battlefield--and he may regret that action later when he has to spend time fishing to find the cape again, but for now the matter has been taken care of.
Once he's sure his energy level has stabilized, Regis draws himself up from the chair, doing his best to ignore the protests of his back and leg. If the only immediate consequence he has to deal with from that bit of frivolous magic is having to lean a little heavier on Nyx's arm than he would prefer, he's not going to complain. Instead, once they've finally started toward his rooms, he tilts his head in the Glaive's direction nearly whispering in his ear.]
You blush rather fetchingly. I'm going to have to see that it happens more often.
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[Despite his best efforts, there's a regret-tinged sadness that makes it way into Regis' eyes. He hides it by shifting his gaze from Nyx to where his dress cape rests discarded a chair over, slightly out of his reach. The last thing he wants to do is ask Nyx to retrieve it for him. The Glaive is already catering to him more than he should have to. He may be a servant of the Crown, but this type of service is far below him.
With a sharp flick of his hand, Regis accesses the Armiger and the cape disappears with a soft crystalline crackle. He draws a slow measured breath to beat back the rush of exhaustion that follows. It's been growing harder to access the Armiger lately--just one more reason he has no more place on the battlefield--and he may regret that action later when he has to spend time fishing to find the cape again, but for now the matter has been taken care of.
Once he's sure his energy level has stabilized, Regis draws himself up from the chair, doing his best to ignore the protests of his back and leg. If the only immediate consequence he has to deal with from that bit of frivolous magic is having to lean a little heavier on Nyx's arm than he would prefer, he's not going to complain. Instead, once they've finally started toward his rooms, he tilts his head in the Glaive's direction nearly whispering in his ear.]
You blush rather fetchingly. I'm going to have to see that it happens more often.