Recent content by Villam Regis

Somehow, hearing her voice a concern so light and insignificant compared to the heavy woes they'd spoken of up until this point was enough to ease the tension that Vazia's memories had built above their heads. Villam allowed his eyes to roam over her as she turned to face him, finding the...

In a single file line through a dank, dark cave, there were few better suited to lead than Mabbon. He was one with the Darkness, tuned to it in a manner only its Guardian could be. Regis stayed close behind, and his comrade led him through the narrow, uneven tunnel of the cave as though he'd...

"Then let's not." The Guardians, The Stones, The Tower and The Absalon, they could all be damned as far as Villam was concerned. The only thing that mattered right now, the only thing that he cared about was Vazia. Was Aislynn. She'd not face the light of day outside of his home, outside of...

More honeyed words of comfort were unneeded. They would only serve to lessen the meaning of the moment they now shared. Villam had declared his unconditional support for Ferreira, in spite of her demons, in spite of her history and trauma. As she lay against his chest, allowing her tears to flow...

What was there to say? While Villam had known that Vazia hid away some dire trauma, concealed it deep inside her psyche to shield both those around her and The Void Guardian herself, he hadn't dared speculate on what that trauma could be. To even venture a guess felt as though it was somewhat...

It wasn't in Villam's nature to cower now. He'd made promises to Vazia over the course of the last night that he intended to keep. What he felt for the woman laying beside him wasn't something he was willing to give up for fear of the unknown. He knew in his heart, that Vazia was far more...

He hadn't expected her to repeat the words, nor did he wish for her to feel as though she must. The confession that Villam had made was the latest in selfish choices he'd made over the last day, something done far more for himself than for her. To hear his own voice say the truth aloud was a...

For the first time in as long as Villam could remember, he did not awake to the hollow feeling of isolation that had plagued his every day. The barren halls, and the empty rooms of this estate did not immediately taunt him with the echoes of his own breath, and the chill of the sheets underneath...

The Regis Estate was a massive building, indicative of the importance and wealth of the family it was built to house. But it was that size that served as a constant reminder of the tragedy that had befallen them. The large family it was meant for did not exist; Solomon's wife had passed, and as...

Villam felt it too; that nagging desire in the very back of his mind, the whisper that turned to a shout with every passing second her lips weren't on his own, that his hands couldn't reach her skin no matter how desperately they clung to the dress concealing it from him. He needed more than...

What had begun as tepid, unsure pecks against her lips had grown in intensity and fervor with every passing moment. First, there had been an unease, an unknowing of what to expect. It was that peek behind the curtain, that returned need from Vazia's lips that sent the two of them on a spiraling...

Vazia sought his lips out this time, the first time she'd ever been the one to reach out and act on these feelings that hung between them. As hushed words passed her lips into his, Villam found that the path they'd taken to arrive at this point was no longer important. They were here now, and...

Villam was acutely aware of their lack of an organized plan, and if Mordred thought it prudent to bring up, then there was more than likely a need for such a thing. Unfortunately, Mabbon was equally correct in that they hadn't the time needed. It was now or never, and they simply couldn't afford...

Both Villam and Vazia were held under the curse of the stones they bore; Villam was damned to only be seen in a positive light, to be looked at with awe and fascination through the eyes of those with lingering passions brought to the surface by his Rune. Vazia was buried deep beneath her own...

Villam's feet stopped, his hands ceasing to guide her in movement as a softly uttered admission of fear washed over his face, her lips mere inches from his own as she spoke the words. This Vazia, the woman who now allowed herself for the first time to appear vulnerable and unsure... it was the...