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@glhdshero​: "How am I you favourite? I'm the least well behaved of the glaives,"

@glhdshero​: Nyx grinned up at the king from his place in the bed. Naked, wrapped in the sheets. He had certainly made himself at home in Regis' bed. The glaive sat up, taking ahold of the front of the other man's robe, and pulling the other in.

"Of course I do, Regis," He kissed the man on the cheek. "But don't forget that's a two way street. You belong to me too,"

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Sitting in bed, he looks over at the man and watches him gleefully, only to see the Glaive sit up and grab his robe.

The first time Noct had tried to hit on the handsome Glaive he’d been drunk off his ass trying to forget everything. He’d wanted to get fucked until he forgot his own name but as far as he could tell the next morning it hadn’t worked that way. He still couldn’t fully remember what happened that night but he’d woken up in his bed with Nyx in his living room. The next time he’d been sober but so nervous that he’d mostly embarrassed himself.

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Ignis is exhausted, after the entire ordeal he’s glad to be back behind Lucian borders. He cannot see but  it doesn’t stop him. As far as Ignis is concerned, it’s good practice. He can feel his way around, listens to the clicks and taps of his cane. If it’s bright enough or in ideal condition he can make out vague outlines, colors. Where is he? He doesn’t know, nothing is back in it’s place and the sounds are far from what he is used to. 

He asks for directions back to a place he can some what remember, it’s on the way through the downtown area. He waits at a walkstop when he feels the others stop walking. Social cues help at cross walks unmarked with sound or any other hints. Of course he can hear the vehicles movements, feel the breeze they give off, but it’s reassuring when it’s busy.