Shutting the door behind him, Neil turned towards her--and the moment he saw her huddled by the bed, wrapped in a blanket and looking strangely small and vulnerable for...well, Regina, he felt a cold, black fury settle into his veins. It was a comfortable fit, so cold it burned, with a rush of white noise that filled his thoughts and packed into his heart lest it buckle under the weight of a kill.
Because someone was going to die if she was hurt.
Darting across the room, he knelt beside her and reached out to take her face between his hands with infinite care. Everything in him felt cold, dead, ready for blood--but his eyes burned without his knowledge, pupils glittering with the red-orange of pure flame, his expression an open mix of fear, fury, and concern borne of the same love he'd sent to shelter her in his absence.
"Oh, Angel..." he breathed, the fury fracturing as he took in the sight of her face streaked with tears, with familiar little touches of swelling he recognized from having taken his fair share of sword pommels to the face in combat. "My beautiful angel..."
Sinking down to both knees in front of her, Neil leaned forward to gently press a kiss to her forehead, just above the bridge of her nose.
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Re: 9/23: Regina's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - around midnight
Date: 2018-10-10 05:02 am (UTC)Because someone was going to die if she was hurt.
Darting across the room, he knelt beside her and reached out to take her face between his hands with infinite care. Everything in him felt cold, dead, ready for blood--but his eyes burned without his knowledge, pupils glittering with the red-orange of pure flame, his expression an open mix of fear, fury, and concern borne of the same love he'd sent to shelter her in his absence.
"Oh, Angel..." he breathed, the fury fracturing as he took in the sight of her face streaked with tears, with familiar little touches of swelling he recognized from having taken his fair share of sword pommels to the face in combat. "My beautiful angel..."
Sinking down to both knees in front of her, Neil leaned forward to gently press a kiss to her forehead, just above the bridge of her nose.