*shyly looking behind a door frame* Hi! :) Hmm ... Would it be Okay for you to share perhaps some things about Child of Mors Fic? Anything you would like ... I truly adore that one 👉👈
*gently draws out andy with more story bits*
Hi there!
So, I didn't have anything else in my notes, so I instead wrote this for you. Hope you like it :D
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Nyx stares at the papers in front of him like they might bite him. The atmosphere in the room is thick. He wishes Libertus and Crowe were with him. He wishes he were alone.
He stares at the papers. The papers stare back.
Next to him Regis shifts. There's enough space on the couch between them to fit another person, but Nyx still notices. He stays silent, eyes focussed on the papers lying on the coffee table. It's an ornate thing, made of black stained wood and marble.
Nyx grips the too small tea cup made of delicate black porcellain to keep his hands from shaking. Regis breaths a quiet sigh.
"We found them in one of father's old desks," he says.
Nyx wishes they had never been found.
"The last time he left Insomnia was around your fourth birthday."
Oh.
"I... I think I remember that." Nyx doesn't care how his voice cracks.
Regis turns towards him in full, clearly surprised. "You do?"
"Vaguely. There was a man. Black hair without braids, blue eyes and... I don't know. Angry? Stern? Mahir sent me out of the room."
"According to these-" Regis motions towards the stark white papers on the coffee table- "he planned to take you with him."
Nyx shudders at the thought. He's already drained, empty. He doesn't have the energy to do much more. The cup in his hands is empty. He doesn't set it down.
"He gave you a name," Regis says quietly, as if he isn't sure he should.
Finally, finally Nyx manages to lift his gaze and look at the King. He seems aged. More so than usual. And tired. But his eyes are strong and within them lurked a man who knew his power and how to use it. Now that Nyx knows, he can see the resemblance between them and that scares him. Maybe.
"He did?" he asks, even if he isn't sure he wants to know.
For a moment it's Regis's gaze that flitteres towards the paperwork, but they focus back on Nyx mere seconds after. The older man nods.
"Vitale. He named you Vitale Lucis Caelum."
Something within Nyx shatters. The prcellain cup drops onto the carpet with a dull thud. A high pitched keening sound escaped his throat.
He needs to leave this room. Now.
But instead he curls inward. Naked feet on the plush couch seat and head tucked between his knees. With each suddering breath he labours against the tears threatening to spill over. It's surprising that he had any left.
A warm hand hesitantly lands on his back. At first Nyx stiffens, but his need for the warmth of a comforting touch is stronger then the knowledge that this is Regis. Without warning Nyx lets his weitght fall to the side, still curled into a ball.
Regis grunts in surprise - and maybe pain - but winds his arms around Nyx without another word. The last few days had been... difficult, and the coming ones would not be getting any easier.