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Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII ([personal profile] kingkingcxiii) wrote in [personal profile] hardbargain 2018-11-27 02:54 am (UTC)

Mmm, feels more electric than hot to me, but who's keeping track?

[That is probably not what Nyx was expecting when he asked Regis to keep speaking, but it does prove one thing very definitely--the polite and proper Lucian King below him knows full well what he said. He was a much younger man when he learned the language, after all. There are a great many phrases he learned purely for the fun of it, and perhaps, so his tutors could take pride in the fact they had taught him such things.

Had Mors ever found out, he would have had them exiled if not worse. It's a good thing he never found out.

The laugh that starts to follow that statement gets swallowed by Nyx's kiss, transforming into a low growl at the back of his throat as he meets every bit of Nyx's demanding with his own. He doesn't even give the state of his shirt a second thought because he's finally got the Glaive close enough to get his hands on. Fingers trace over the network of scarring that marks Nyx's chest and for a moment, Regis can't help but feel pained knowing the how badly the Crystal's magic has already marred the young man. There's a strange sort of kinship he feels too, for his knows they share this; his own chest is marred even worse. The price of power, even as freely given as it is.

He turns his head, bringing his mouth nearer to Nyx's ear. When he speaks, his voice is more breathless than before, but his control of the language isn't hindered by it or by the fact that his attention is split as his hands slide down across Nyx's ribs and up his back, fingers carefully mapping out every scar as they come across them.]


What will you have me say, my wild one? Shall I tell you how honored I am that one so untamed would waste even a moment for another locked away in a cage of his own making? Shall I explain how watching you makes me feel more alive than I have in years? Do you have any idea how relieved I am we arrived in time to keep you from slipping away from this world?

[Regis pauses then, moving just enough so he can press his lips to the edge of Nyx's ear.]


Or, perhaps I should leave the pretty words behind and speak of things decidedly less pure?

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