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hugtopia_logs2020-03-02 03:57 pm
flawed_immortality) wrote in hugtopia_logs2020-03-02 03:57 pm
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And time, moving quickly before our eyes
♥ Who: Cor, Regis (sort of), and everyone that's been hovering.
♥ Where: Diacht's temple -> Ainea's temple
♥ When: Late on the 1st
♥ What: Cor's awoken! Only to find Regis unconcious
♥ Rating: PG-13
It's been just over two weeks when Cor finally responds to something. A sluggish blink, a hand raising to brush over someone's hair. He's not sure, at first, who is using his chest as a pillow, not until his fingers thread into thick curls. A low rumble of a hum and he opens his mouth to speak his King's name. Only to find his voice rough and scratchy.
A brief cough, clearing his throat to try again. He's about to apologize for jostling him when he realizes Regis hasn't so much as twitched. But they're not on Reggie's double bed or his own king size. They're in a small bed and he's quick to recognize the white marble of Diacht's temple.
That's when his insides turn to lead and he shoves himself upright, dizzy for a moment but too focused on settling Regis onto the bed beside him to acknowledge the feeling.
"Reggie?" A moment for shaky fingers to feel at his throat, the steady thrum of his pulse still present. But the thread of power that hums in the back of his mind, an anchor to his King, is quieter than it should be, little hiccups in that connection making his heart stop in his chest.
"Mea vita....?
...Regis!"
♥ Where: Diacht's temple -> Ainea's temple
♥ When: Late on the 1st
♥ What: Cor's awoken! Only to find Regis unconcious
♥ Rating: PG-13
It's been just over two weeks when Cor finally responds to something. A sluggish blink, a hand raising to brush over someone's hair. He's not sure, at first, who is using his chest as a pillow, not until his fingers thread into thick curls. A low rumble of a hum and he opens his mouth to speak his King's name. Only to find his voice rough and scratchy.
A brief cough, clearing his throat to try again. He's about to apologize for jostling him when he realizes Regis hasn't so much as twitched. But they're not on Reggie's double bed or his own king size. They're in a small bed and he's quick to recognize the white marble of Diacht's temple.
That's when his insides turn to lead and he shoves himself upright, dizzy for a moment but too focused on settling Regis onto the bed beside him to acknowledge the feeling.
"Reggie?" A moment for shaky fingers to feel at his throat, the steady thrum of his pulse still present. But the thread of power that hums in the back of his mind, an anchor to his King, is quieter than it should be, little hiccups in that connection making his heart stop in his chest.
"Mea vita....?
...Regis!"