[Regis' response is soft and somewhat distant. He's obviously distracted, half-open eyes locked on Nyx almost as if he's waiting for something. The Glaive's growl and lips send sparks of heat and electricity up his arm by turns, no magic needed, just those scarily accurate instincts zeroing in on what Regis wants before he even has to say it.
Of course, it seems no instincts can be perfect and that disappointment returns just for an instant when Nyx threads his hand back into his hair. Such a shame, or perhaps it would be if Regis let the moment pass which he has no intention of doing.
His fingers tighten in Nyx's hair, tips pressing firmly into the Glaive's scalp, just enough to hint at the fact he's taking control back. He raises his free hand then, letting his fingers trace over Nyx's lips.]
Here I thought you the type to mark things you have a vested interest in. Was I wrong?
[There's challenge in his eyes, the low tone of his voice. Challenge and invitation.]
no subject
[Regis' response is soft and somewhat distant. He's obviously distracted, half-open eyes locked on Nyx almost as if he's waiting for something. The Glaive's growl and lips send sparks of heat and electricity up his arm by turns, no magic needed, just those scarily accurate instincts zeroing in on what Regis wants before he even has to say it.
Of course, it seems no instincts can be perfect and that disappointment returns just for an instant when Nyx threads his hand back into his hair. Such a shame, or perhaps it would be if Regis let the moment pass which he has no intention of doing.
His fingers tighten in Nyx's hair, tips pressing firmly into the Glaive's scalp, just enough to hint at the fact he's taking control back. He raises his free hand then, letting his fingers trace over Nyx's lips.]
Here I thought you the type to mark things you have a vested interest in. Was I wrong?
[There's challenge in his eyes, the low tone of his voice. Challenge and invitation.]