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[xeronema]

#rainworld #sevenredsuns #AHHHSOGOODDDD #pebbsi

Hiiiii @ressioo if you keep using my system failure AU to hurt my babies then I'll use your AU to hurt your babies ^-^

[xeronema]

Dettlaff/Regis 75? Pls :3

75. “I’m going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?”

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Regis wakes to tender fingers brushing against his cheek. When he opens his eyes, he sees Dettlaff crouching by the bed. Torchlight is flickering behind him, making the shadows dance and bounce on the walls of the cave.

“I was thinking of going for a swim. Do you want to join me?” Dettlaff asks. His face is more relaxed now that the worst is over; now that Regis can stay awake for longer than a few hours and even stand on his own, even if that one still leaves him drained.

“I’d love to,” Regis says as he sits up. He bites his tongue at the words his wayward mouth chose, but Dettlaff didn’t seem to think anything about them. Regis stretches, shaking off the tendrils of sleep, and allows Dettlaff to help him up. Leaning on Dettlaff is easy, it comes to him like a second nature by now, as they make their slow way out of the cave.

Regis knows the cave is located several miles from the closest town. It’s a man-made hole in a cliffside that cradles a small pond, maybe a former bandits’ lair. Regis has no idea how Dettlaff had come across the place, but it doesn’t really matter. The surroundings are beautiful, and as far as living in a cave in the middle of a forest goes, Regis really doesn’t have anything to complain about.

Dettlaff lowers him on a tree trunk by the pond and begins to strip away his clothing. Regis watches the moonlight bounce off the water, glittering among the water lilies. Their delicate scent makes Regis smile.

Dettlaff’s hands alert Regis to the present moment, and he allows his companion to divest him of the modest clothing. Dettlaff has promised to get Regis something more comfortable once his healing is further along, and while Regis is used to his kind’s changing forms, he has spent too long among humans not to long for the sense of identity a garb of one’s own provides.

Regis had a stray worry about how the swimming would be conducted, but it disappears as Dettlaff helps him into the cool water and sits down behind him, hugging Regis close. Regis swallows as the sheer tenderness of the gesture threatens to drown him; he knows that soon the time to discuss future will be upon them.

Dettlaff is a gentle soul. He had no reason to help Regis, and he did it anyway, and Regis still has no clue how he will even begin to repay that debt. Regis wants to shower his blood-bound with affection, because his heart is weak and aching and it yearns to love Dettlaff.

They have been living in each others pockets for over a year, and during that time Regis has seen how Dettlaff’s careful smiles have grown more unreserved as they got accustomed to being close to each other. In the beginning, Dettlaff had insisted on sleeping on the floor, but when one too many nightmares left Regis shouting in his sleep, the black-haired vampire crawled into the bed. He held Regis through the night, and from then on physical contact became an increasingly mundane part of their slow existence.

Regis leans his head back, and Dettlaff presses their cheeks together. Water laps at their chests, cool and pleasant. The moon is almost full, reflecting from the surface of the bond and the mirage rippling when Regis or Dettlaff moved.

“Thisis very pleasant,” Regis says quietly.

Dettlaff gives a content hum. “I thought you would enjoy to get out of the cave and see the moon.”

“I do, thank you.” Regis twists around enough to be able to look Dettlaff in the eye. “I like this place.”

Dettlaff actually chuckles, and his arms tighten where they are wound around Regis’ waist. “I’m aware of your preferences concerning places of habitation. When you’re better, we can go live in Nazair.”

Regis feels his stomach swoop. “We?” he echoes, not daring to believe the nascent, blooming hope that they would not part ways when he was whole again.

Dettlaff leans closer, brushing his lips against Regis’ cheek. He didn’t look even remotely nervous, as if this was only the next logical step in their quaint tale. Regis loses himself in the feeling, unconsciously pressing closer until Dettlaff is surrounding him completely.

“I have been hoping you would accompany me. Losing you would make me sad.”

Regis’ smile stretches wider. Maybe he has been making himself worry over nothing. He feels Dettlaff’s unflinching, reassuring presence through their bond, and it had remained immutable ever since Regis blinked his eyes open for the first time after dying.

“The feeling is mutual, my dear. I’d love to go to Nazair with you.”

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Ayyyy have some soft, tired vampire husbands friend! <3

[xeronema]

I had a dream where there was another Witcher 3 dlc with Regis and Dettlaff in it and our sad vampire dads spent the whole dlc trying to “gently” let Geralt know that they were together. It ended with Regis just planting a big ol’ kiss on Dettlaff’s lips and Geralt going “oh”.

I screamed in the dream and I woke up the house because I screamed coming out of the dream.

Also much kissing and hand holding and cuddles and innuendo. And a “romance” scene, if you know what I mean 😋

[xeronema]

I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE 🙏

Khrisz if you had to pick Moira or Ms Van Der Meer?? No takebacks

anon....please........how could i chose from two bad bitches...