#nyxtis

“Nyx…?” Noctis awakens that fateful morning at Galdin Quay, his eyes overflowing with shining tears and no idea why. 

Noctis needs to learn not to try taking a drink of literally anything when his father speaks. Regis has the nasty habit of dropping puns like they’re going out of style, or asking pointed questions of his unaware son. The prince nearly chokes on his wine—he is allowed wine because he is the prince, not because he is of age—and descends into a coughing fit. Holding up a hand to indicate he is fine, however, he waves off the serving staff and shakes his head.

He is flabbergasted, blue eyes wide, completely taken aback at the very thought someone would want to marry him! The Six did not imbue their power through the Caelum line all the way down to him to watch him choke on his dinner, however, and he soon recovers as much poise as possible, satisfied that he is not about to asphyxiate.

“Dad, wh—what would make you… how would I… I don’t know anyone, dad! I… You know all the people I know! How would… how…!”

Noctis Lucis Caelum has no idea how events will turn his head and his heart completely in mere days, how a long night out with a certain Glaive and his friends will lead to a long night in, and then questions, impulses, desires, and finally, vows. For now, he is simply baffled at the very idea.

"I have no idea what you mean." Regis is the very picture of nobility, hands folded over his cane, face smooth of any confusion or surprise. Oh, he knows what they mean, but he certainly doesn't care to throw his son or the Glaive to the sharks of the paparazzi. "I hired Nyx Ulric to train Noctis in warping. If the two of them have become close outside of training, why, that would be a joyous circumstance. They would have my blessing."

Noctis is mid putting-something-in-his-mouth when his dad speaks. The king has a way of doing that and Noct suspects Regis knows DAMN well what he's doing. He stuffs the breadstick in and nods, cheeks full like some kind of rodent.

"Ib wub goob," he says. "Ah hab fub."

He had been out with the Glaives, or at least, the ones Nyx calls friends, and they truly had had a good time. That they had ended up at Nyx's small apartment playing cards and drinking a little... well, Noctis thinks it best to leave that bit out. Anyway, he'd not had MUCH. He had stayed to help clean up, and... he had maybe... made a move or two on the Glaive.

ABORT, ABORT Noctis's mind shrieks, sounding a klaxon of THOUGHTS DAD CAN PROBABLY DETECT.

Noctis redirects his mind to the matter at hand: He is home late, and naturally, his father WOULD catch him sneaking around the palace kitchens for a late night snack. He just HAS to do that, doesn't he? Swallowing the breadstick and pushing the refrigerator closed, Noctis musters all the dignity a sneaky seventeen-year-old can manage.

"What's got you up so late, dad?" The light is low in the kitchens, so Regis cannot see that Noctis is red to the VERY prominent ears which he has taken to hiding behind his curtain of blue-black hair.

“Nyx Ulrich trained me… to use these,” says the young king, summoning one of his many weapons, “and I…” He is red to the ears, cobalt blue eyes downcast, embarrassed and near tears all of a sudden. His stoicism can only hold up against so much battery and this is decidedly too much. “I… he was …. very dear to me.” I loved him. I love him still. I walk tall for him. For all the people of Lucis, but… for him, most of all, I must rule well.

Noctis does not know, not exactly, what Nyx did to stall the Imperial assault, not really. No one is left alive who does. But he knows it must have been the man himself, and he knows that, whatever it was, it has taken Nyx from him. He swallows hard and rubs the back of his arm across his eyes like a child. His jaw is tight and he wishes with all his might that he could stop the choking lump in his throat or the way his heart has begun to hammer with a mixture of frustration and overwhelming sadness.

“First off how dare you speak to me.” 

He cannot maintain the facade of royal offense and it breaks quickly, a smile lighting his features. “Nah, I’m kidding... Uh, actually dad didn’t... I mean I’m sure he could, but I never saw him do it. No, actually he recruited one of the Glaives to teach me--guy named Nyx Ulric? I... haven’t seen him in a while, either.” Noctis pauses, chewing his lower lip, blue eyes downcast. “Dunno if he made it out of Insomnia... lot of people didn’t...” 

He squares his shoulders, then, straightening up and breathing deeply. The people of Insomnia, those lost to death or displacement, are a vital part of why he continues onward, why he can never stop. 

KaciartKaciart ‘Im gonna kick your ass in training tomorrow brat’ 'It doesnt have to be in training’ 'You…’

anon, you’re inside my head, because i have been meaning to do, like, a public survey about that for ages and just haven’t got around to it. this ship was so, so rare before that it didn’t really qualify for a proper ship name, but now that we’re spreading like the most wonderful plague on planet earth, we should definitely settle on a ship name!

what does fandom think? i’ve personally been leaning towards nyxnoct, but i also like noctyx a lot (i hadn’t heard that one before! the more i say it in my head the more I like it! :D)