He felt it as she spoke the words--that need, that burning ache cutting through him like a knife, making his breath catch and compelling him to press his face against the curve of her neck and drop the hairbrush just so he could loop his arms around her shoulders and pull her back against his chest. Maybe that was a bad idea, adding that component--to know the nature of her need, to feel danger or pain or even just that desperation he'd felt in her that first night dreams of Henry had brought her to his bed.
He'd done it because of tonight--if she couldn't call, he'd know if blood would be shed. Now, it just drew her to him, made his soul burn to wrap her up and keep her safe and lay himself open so she could wear him like armor to protect her from everything.
In the absence of that, he just held her, whispering an oath in the dragon tongue she might recognize even before he translated.
"Unto the death of the stars, and the reign of night over all the realms."
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Re: 9/23: Regina's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - around midnight
Date: 2018-10-22 02:57 am (UTC)He'd done it because of tonight--if she couldn't call, he'd know if blood would be shed. Now, it just drew her to him, made his soul burn to wrap her up and keep her safe and lay himself open so she could wear him like armor to protect her from everything.
In the absence of that, he just held her, whispering an oath in the dragon tongue she might recognize even before he translated.
"Unto the death of the stars, and the reign of night over all the realms."