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hugtopia_logs2020-03-08 12:17 am
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Dimming
♥ Who: Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII & OPEN
♥ Where: Ainea's Temple, Valeo, the House + one Network prompt
♥ When: Late on the 5th and the week or so after his awakening.
♥ What: Regis is awake, but his sleep was just a little different than Cor's was...
♥ Rating: PG/PG-13
Ainea's Temple: Awakening (Closed to the Watch Crew/Starts with Noctis) - Where's my mother's open arms?
[Regis doesn't remember going to sleep. In fact, he very vividly remembers being in his office sorting through a last bit of paperwork and expecting Clarus to look in at any moment to make sure he is actually going to bed afterward. Perhaps a stop by Noctis' room beforehand, but then to bed. No more work. No more avoiding an empty room.
It really doesn't seem as if three years have passed since Aulea left them. The pain is as fresh as ever and the chill of their once shared room just as cold. Perhaps he should really more seriously consider changing rooms despite the trouble it would cause. Maybe something even closer to Noctis' room?
Ah, but it's not his office he awakes from sleeping in. Instead, it's a bed in a...temple?
Regis starts as memory crashes over him and in doing so, his hand lands on the shoulder of a figure that is bent over the bed, sound asleep. At first, all he can do is smile sadly, before reaching up to gently brush a hand over his son's hair.]
Noctis.
[There is regret in the soft chuckle that follows.]
It seems everyone was correct when they said children grow up far too quickly.
Valeo: Evening (Open) - Where's my father's lion heart?
[Regis hums softly as he rearranges the potion bottles in this particular cabinet for the fifth, perhaps, sixth time? He's lost track honestly, just finding new patterns to keep his hands and mind busy. There is really no point to it all. A potion is a potion even if the bottle's shape is a little different. This one taller. This one rounder. This one shaped, well, just a bit like a chocobo chick if one squints.
Okay, there is a point. The point is, he and Cor wanted to have this shop going last month, and yet here the doors have not even opened because of Cor growing ill, then himself, and then...
What kind of fortune was it that he changed so and then came back when others just vanished?
Regis sighs and carefully shuts the door on the cabinet as to not jar the glass panels. He then turns to the counter behind him and picks up one more potion bottle. This one is a little different from the others. The glass is thicker and colored a deep purple. He turns it over in his hand for a moment before speaking quietly.]
I certainly hope these are not the changes you were hinting at.
The House: During the Week (Open) - It's like the sun's gone down
[With such a nice backyard and with the kind of people who live in the house that is attached to it, there is little wonder that it gets used as a training space now and again. Of course, the training that is going on right now is quite a bit different than what one might normally consider training. For one thing, the person training is usually holding onto their weapon, not having it float a short distance in front of them, ready for battle, held by an invisible hand.
It's only been five years since he faced down the threats to his city on Founder's Day and already Regis knows the prime of his strength has come and gone. Physically, at least. Now, as odd as it seems, it is easier to wield his sword with the force of his magic behind it than hold it with his own hands and that means learning yet another battle style.
It's like a dance really. Regis has his eyes closed forcing himself to fully rely on his magic and what it tells him about the sword's position. That information he uses to make the sword mirror the actions he makes with his own empty hand. Thrust here. Parry there. There still needs to be precision. Absolute control. Even more than he used in that battle five years ago.
It's a good way to be productive and keep his mind focused on the things he can change and not the things he cannot.]
Network: Video (Open) - Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
[For all the effort that Regis puts into smiling, his smile is a brittle thing, tinged with sadness. Of course, even if his smile was 'normal' it would be immediately obvious something besides a mere sleep happened while he was at Ainea's temple. He looks worn now and older than this 33 years would suggest.]
I wanted to thank everyone who helped out my family and friends while I was gone.
[There is a slight hesitation before he speaks that last word during which he folds his hands in front of himself. Those who met him before and are quick of eye may notice that he is no longer wearing his wedding ring. Instead, in its place, is the Ring of the Lucii which used to rest on his other hand.]
And for those of you who knew what was to come? Words cannot express how grateful I am to you that you said nothing. You are right. I do not believe I could have lived through that twice.
[The message ends there with no further explanation as to what he is specifically speaking of.]
♥ Where: Ainea's Temple, Valeo, the House + one Network prompt
♥ When: Late on the 5th and the week or so after his awakening.
♥ What: Regis is awake, but his sleep was just a little different than Cor's was...
♥ Rating: PG/PG-13
Ainea's Temple: Awakening (Closed to the Watch Crew/Starts with Noctis) - Where's my mother's open arms?
[Regis doesn't remember going to sleep. In fact, he very vividly remembers being in his office sorting through a last bit of paperwork and expecting Clarus to look in at any moment to make sure he is actually going to bed afterward. Perhaps a stop by Noctis' room beforehand, but then to bed. No more work. No more avoiding an empty room.
It really doesn't seem as if three years have passed since Aulea left them. The pain is as fresh as ever and the chill of their once shared room just as cold. Perhaps he should really more seriously consider changing rooms despite the trouble it would cause. Maybe something even closer to Noctis' room?
Ah, but it's not his office he awakes from sleeping in. Instead, it's a bed in a...temple?
Regis starts as memory crashes over him and in doing so, his hand lands on the shoulder of a figure that is bent over the bed, sound asleep. At first, all he can do is smile sadly, before reaching up to gently brush a hand over his son's hair.]
Noctis.
[There is regret in the soft chuckle that follows.]
It seems everyone was correct when they said children grow up far too quickly.
Valeo: Evening (Open) - Where's my father's lion heart?
[Regis hums softly as he rearranges the potion bottles in this particular cabinet for the fifth, perhaps, sixth time? He's lost track honestly, just finding new patterns to keep his hands and mind busy. There is really no point to it all. A potion is a potion even if the bottle's shape is a little different. This one taller. This one rounder. This one shaped, well, just a bit like a chocobo chick if one squints.
Okay, there is a point. The point is, he and Cor wanted to have this shop going last month, and yet here the doors have not even opened because of Cor growing ill, then himself, and then...
What kind of fortune was it that he changed so and then came back when others just vanished?
Regis sighs and carefully shuts the door on the cabinet as to not jar the glass panels. He then turns to the counter behind him and picks up one more potion bottle. This one is a little different from the others. The glass is thicker and colored a deep purple. He turns it over in his hand for a moment before speaking quietly.]
I certainly hope these are not the changes you were hinting at.
The House: During the Week (Open) - It's like the sun's gone down
[With such a nice backyard and with the kind of people who live in the house that is attached to it, there is little wonder that it gets used as a training space now and again. Of course, the training that is going on right now is quite a bit different than what one might normally consider training. For one thing, the person training is usually holding onto their weapon, not having it float a short distance in front of them, ready for battle, held by an invisible hand.
It's only been five years since he faced down the threats to his city on Founder's Day and already Regis knows the prime of his strength has come and gone. Physically, at least. Now, as odd as it seems, it is easier to wield his sword with the force of his magic behind it than hold it with his own hands and that means learning yet another battle style.
It's like a dance really. Regis has his eyes closed forcing himself to fully rely on his magic and what it tells him about the sword's position. That information he uses to make the sword mirror the actions he makes with his own empty hand. Thrust here. Parry there. There still needs to be precision. Absolute control. Even more than he used in that battle five years ago.
It's a good way to be productive and keep his mind focused on the things he can change and not the things he cannot.]
Network: Video (Open) - Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
[For all the effort that Regis puts into smiling, his smile is a brittle thing, tinged with sadness. Of course, even if his smile was 'normal' it would be immediately obvious something besides a mere sleep happened while he was at Ainea's temple. He looks worn now and older than this 33 years would suggest.]
I wanted to thank everyone who helped out my family and friends while I was gone.
[There is a slight hesitation before he speaks that last word during which he folds his hands in front of himself. Those who met him before and are quick of eye may notice that he is no longer wearing his wedding ring. Instead, in its place, is the Ring of the Lucii which used to rest on his other hand.]
And for those of you who knew what was to come? Words cannot express how grateful I am to you that you said nothing. You are right. I do not believe I could have lived through that twice.
[The message ends there with no further explanation as to what he is specifically speaking of.]
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Instead Regis falls into him and it's such a bittersweet moment. To be glad that he will let himself cry, let himself grieve the way he never let himself back home. Instead of hiding behind walls he lets himself feel and that is such a good thing. But know how agonizingly deep the pain of that loss goes breaks his heart.]
Shhhh....
[One hand comes up to stroke a gentle hand down Regis' back, pressing his cheek against his King's hair, swaying gently. There's nothing more he can do but this. Hold him and support him and care for him as the hurt overwhelms him. His own breaths come a little harsher, wet and sniffly. Knowing how much Regis hurts makes his heart ache, for his sake and for her. Their magnificent Queen that should have been there with them for many years beyond. For Regis, for Noctis, for all of them who knew and loved her.
He doesn't outright cry, not now, not after so long but his eyes are wet with the threat of it.]
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No, no he doesn't. The way Cor's gentleness breaks through it so easily is proof enough. These last three years have been so lonely, locked up alone with his grief and yet, at home, Regis can't dare to do anything differently. Noctis needs him. Lucis needs him. He has to stand strong for them both. If he can't keep it together, who will make sure there is still a country for Noctis to rule when he is grown? Who will make sure he has a chance to grow free and happy as he and Aulea wanted? There is no doubt that the Empire would snuff out his life in a moment if they were given the chance.
The very thought almost makes Regis' knees buckle and he clutches the back of Cor's shirt tightly in his hands. How could he ever face Aulea if he let something happen to their son? How? Especially knowing what a wonderful man he will become?]
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Regis...
[He doesn't have words that will make any of this better, there's nothing to say that could even begin to soothe the wounds on his heart. But there's that moment where Regis' balance shifts, his weight tilting more firmly into Cor. He doesn't stumble or lose his footing but he's clearly in no condition to stand on his own. Cor carefully bends down, looping an arm behind his King's knees and lifting quickly, tipping Regis into his arms.
He might be able to hold Honerva or Lup effortlessly for the better part of an hour but Regis is far heavier, denser, more muscled... and yet lighter now than he had been before he slept, the muscle fading already. But Cor backs them both up to one of the day beds, sitting back with Regis half draped across his lap, still supported by his arms, holding him close..]
I love you...
[The only thing he can even begin to offer Regis. His own affection and support in the face of all that loneliness.]
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Well, perhaps there is one thing.
All Regis can do is nod in response to Cor's declaration, curling tighter into the man so he knows his words have been heard, even if he can't find the energy to say anything back at the moment. Cor has always been there and always will be no matter what happens, here or at home. He's safe to anchor to and hold onto and that is exactly what Regis is going to do, especially now that there is no one else for him to do that to.]