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I love love love Regis but I suck with keeping on task with things and I forget blogs easy
so I made a multi!! and Regis is on it!! all threads I have currently can be moved, I’ll give those I owe a reply to a nudge to see if they wanna keep things going.
this is my multi.
I love love love Regis but I suck with keeping on task with things and I forget blogs easy
so I made a multi!! and Regis is on it!! all threads I have currently can be moved, I’ll give those I owe a reply to a nudge to see if they wanna keep things going.
this is my multi.
indie / selective multi penned by doot ! (under co.) (promo cred)
indie / selective multi penned by doot ! (under co.) (promo cred)
consistent muse? idk her
He grabs a paper towel hastily and starts dabbing his eyes a lot. He knows how he probably looks right now. He stays quiet, even if it was apparent there was someone sobbing just a moment ago.
Cor’s sniffling goes on for a good while, and he brings himself to calm down finally. He brings his knees to his chest, and brings his head down. He doesn’t respond.
There was a pause, and Regis sits and rests with his back to the door. An attempt was made, yes, but he knew Cor would not take the offer. Things took time, he had to tell himself, and time was always against him.
“It’s alright,” He wouldn’t dare try to open the door, not if Cor wasn’t ready. It would be done on his friend’s terms, he would not rush him. “I’ll be here when you’re ready, okay?”
are shirts coming off now or
Spoil of War [ x ] | Accepting; Selective@massadamnata
To lose was one thing, and to see the Chancellor stand before him was another. Hands were bound behind his back, thick ropes biting into his skin as he pulled them. Magic elluded him, he would not be able to summon a weapon to aid him. Not that he would get very far if he could, no, it was a foolish decision for him to try.
“Is this a joke to you, Chancellor? Do you relish in the sight of me bound before you, on my knees at your mercy? Take pleasure in it, for one day when I am free, I will take your eyes for looking down at a King in such a way.”
“You’re such a baby.” He leans forward and kisses him.
“Yet you give in to my whining.” He’s absolutely ecstatic.
He’s ashamed, so he’ll hide himself inside the bathroom to cry.
There was worry, yes, and he knew how Cor would get. To detach was something Regis had done frequently, and he knew when he did it he wanted a friend to come and pick him back up.
For Cor, he would be that friend.
“Cor?” There’s a knock on the door, then a pause, and another knock. “Do you wanna put salt in the sugar shaker so Clarus has salty coffee?”
“Oh no. If only I knew what to do about that.”
“I really fuckin’ hate you sometimes. Don’t tease.”
it has been too long since he’s been kissed. this is blasphemous.
“I am the dad king king dad, The Father King, King Noctis’ Father, and you are both grounded.”
