[Regis' gaze focuses and Nyx lets out a harsh, shuddering breath of his own, fear rushing out of him and his grip shifting from holding tightly to Regis' shoulder to soothing. He relaxes a little as his King comes back to himself, the hand on Regis' face slipping away to rest his forearm lightly over the opposite shoulder, fingers curling into the collar of his shirt at the back of his neck.
For one brief, hysterical moment he almost strokes his fingers through thick silvered hair.
And then strong fingers are gripping his wrist and what would normally be only a little painful from the squeeze makes him his out a breath, fresh scars and skin already too tight and too sensitive screaming out against the grip. But for all that it hurts the anguish in Regis' words hurts so much more.]
I didn't- [He didn't want to believe that his King, so powerful and kind, could be defeated so easily... could be defeated at all. He'd been so certain that the barrier had been a senseless precaution and when Luna turned to rush toward it he'd refused to believe for even a moment that Regis would fail.
His grip shifts just a little, fingers splaying out along the top of Regis' back to pull him in closer, dragging his King into a hug, propriety be damned. And if he's shaking slightly with the effort of holding back the grief, the tears that dampen his lashes but refuse to fall, then surely Regis will not fault him for it.]
I can't believe you're making me cry already.
For one brief, hysterical moment he almost strokes his fingers through thick silvered hair.
And then strong fingers are gripping his wrist and what would normally be only a little painful from the squeeze makes him his out a breath, fresh scars and skin already too tight and too sensitive screaming out against the grip. But for all that it hurts the anguish in Regis' words hurts so much more.]
I didn't- [He didn't want to believe that his King, so powerful and kind, could be defeated so easily... could be defeated at all. He'd been so certain that the barrier had been a senseless precaution and when Luna turned to rush toward it he'd refused to believe for even a moment that Regis would fail.
His grip shifts just a little, fingers splaying out along the top of Regis' back to pull him in closer, dragging his King into a hug, propriety be damned. And if he's shaking slightly with the effort of holding back the grief, the tears that dampen his lashes but refuse to fall, then surely Regis will not fault him for it.]