Aww c'mon, Majesty. You're not gonna turn me in are ya?
[A wicked bit of challenge in the words, lips curving up into a smirk. Clarus would murder him, this is true. But the only person Clarus could possibly learn it from is Regis.
Nyx is only just close enough to see that spark, the bit of mischief that he's seen before, that made him confident that Regis would appreciate a bit of fun. If there's a bit of a thrill in it, in seeing the King himself let lose just a little, well. Regis is a very attractive man.
The hesitation makes the smug smile slip a little, has Nyx stepping away from the railing, crossing the balcony to stand directly in front of Regis. It's an old, outdated show of respect, the way he bows, takes Regis' hand and brushes his lips over his knuckles. A gesture of honor, of loyalty, fealty sworn to his liege. There is no question that on duty or off he would sacrifice everything for his king.
It should be the ring he kisses but the chance to feel warm skin under his lips is a little too enticing for him to pass up. Pale blue eyes lift to meet green, the soft light of the moon making them look silver, reflective like some predatory animal. And then he smirks again, rolling his shoulder in a casual shrug.]
Got it all wrong, Majesty. It's that spirit we should be shielding. C'mon.
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[A wicked bit of challenge in the words, lips curving up into a smirk. Clarus would murder him, this is true. But the only person Clarus could possibly learn it from is Regis.
Nyx is only just close enough to see that spark, the bit of mischief that he's seen before, that made him confident that Regis would appreciate a bit of fun. If there's a bit of a thrill in it, in seeing the King himself let lose just a little, well. Regis is a very attractive man.
The hesitation makes the smug smile slip a little, has Nyx stepping away from the railing, crossing the balcony to stand directly in front of Regis. It's an old, outdated show of respect, the way he bows, takes Regis' hand and brushes his lips over his knuckles. A gesture of honor, of loyalty, fealty sworn to his liege. There is no question that on duty or off he would sacrifice everything for his king.
It should be the ring he kisses but the chance to feel warm skin under his lips is a little too enticing for him to pass up. Pale blue eyes lift to meet green, the soft light of the moon making them look silver, reflective like some predatory animal. And then he smirks again, rolling his shoulder in a casual shrug.]
Got it all wrong, Majesty. It's that spirit we should be shielding. C'mon.