"The very moment," Desire agrees, blinking slightly. He doesn't know how to take Regulus 'giving himself too much credit,' given everything swirling about in his head.
There has never been this much to consider at once before, and so immediately. Desire's head hurts a little, and he rubs his eyelids with a hand in another human gesture.
Regulus nods, mostly to himself, though he almost gives up when he sees Desire rubbing his eyes.
I should go over to him
but I shouldn't if it's my fault
"Um. Okay. I might not be the brightest person, dead or alive, in the universe. I know this. But. I do know that ... that you and your brothers and sisters aren't meant to go into each other's, um. Realms."
"Not for long, no," Desire agrees, looking at Regulus again.
If Desire wants Regulus to give up this line of conversation and touch him already, he gives no outward sign. There is a point coming, and Desire isn't sure it's avoidable.
"I visit Despair's realm all the time." Desire does not add that he's usually there as an observer, not as one of Despair's. "We are twins."
Desire's eyes meet grey: They lack the agony of his sister's, but similiar regardless. Desire feels the urge to stand, to wrap himself about Regulus where he stands -- but that isn't how this goes, is it?
"Mm. Okay, but ..." Regulus trails off, tempted to end the conversation now, but he doesn't think he can do that.
No. No, he can't.
"That makes sense, of course, but." He gestures vaguely to Desire's cheek, where the mark had been. "She wouldn't have done that to you if you'd just been watching, would she have?"
He can't stand it. The cursed distance, the way Regulus won't look at Desire: The Endless stands and crosses the room, arms twining about him and holding, tightly.
"It was," Desire admits quietly, burying his face in Regulus' hair.
Regulus wraps his arms around Desire in turn, burying his face in the crook of his neck and almost clinging. He tries to let go when he hears Desire's answer, but he can't make himself. Instead, he bites his lip and turns so that when he speaks it won't be muffled.
"Then, then why didn't you tell me it'd got bad different? Cos I. Would've left. Will if you want me to."
"But you're not, you're not supposed to be despairing, and you are, and it's my fault, so I should. I should stop being near you, so that you stop. Don't want you to hurt."
"But she --" Reg takes a shaky breath, and closes his eyes for a second. "She shouldn't have you at all, and it's cos of me she did even for a little, and I, I don't ..." know what to do
He gives up trying to make sense, and just buries his face in Desire's neck again.
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There has never been this much to consider at once before, and so immediately. Desire's head hurts a little, and he rubs his eyelids with a hand in another human gesture.
"What makes you think I wouldn't?"
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Regulus nods, mostly to himself, though he almost gives up when he sees Desire rubbing his eyes.
I should go over to him
but I shouldn't if it's my fault
"Um. Okay. I might not be the brightest person, dead or alive, in the universe. I know this. But. I do know that ... that you and your brothers and sisters aren't meant to go into each other's, um. Realms."
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If Desire wants Regulus to give up this line of conversation and touch him already, he gives no outward sign.
There is a point coming, and Desire isn't sure it's avoidable.
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"And. You don't often, right? Like ... not in the last century?"
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Desire's eyes meet grey: They lack the agony of his sister's, but similiar regardless. Desire feels the urge to stand, to wrap himself about Regulus where he stands -- but that isn't how this goes, is it?
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No. No, he can't.
"That makes sense, of course, but." He gestures vaguely to Desire's cheek, where the mark had been. "She wouldn't have done that to you if you'd just been watching, would she have?"
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He tries, but Reg can't keep his eyes on Desire. Instead, he looks down at the floor.
"Was it because of me?"
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"It was," Desire admits quietly, burying his face in Regulus' hair.
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"Then, then why didn't you tell me it'd got bad different? Cos I. Would've left. Will if you want me to."
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"She'll have me for sure, if you leave."
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He gives up trying to make sense, and just buries his face in Desire's neck again.
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