#slainheroics

Breath came hard to his lungs, washing his throat with dryness and thickness that made it difficult. It was death without dying. From afar, near, the whine of battleships and the terrible din of their travail over Lucis from the borders of Duscae in which they sequestered themselves with little supplies. It had been a lucky break. The Crystal smuggled from the city before Niflheim could acquire it, there seemed little holding their spirits. With Crowe and Libertus would they meet, they ushering the party of folk whom carried the Crystal to Ravatogh where it would be smuggled within the fathomless depths of Pitioss. He could feel the quiet thrum, the energies coursing through the earth that once carried sunlight itself. 

Yet...from here they were rudderless. From here, Noctis didn’t know where they’d sojourn, what victory could possibly lay ahead. Over a vista from Insomnia that gazed afar and afield, he felt his innards clench heatedly from a sob threatening to utter, the prince burying his face in his hands.

For not even he could see beyond the walls of his own grief.

    one side of their lips quirk up in a quick smile, and their right hand reaches back to run their fingers through noctis’ hair. he always had a knack for pulling them into a tight hold no matter how they’d both been resting moments before. nyx chuckles when noctis sighs, knowing he was tired from a long day of being king. as his shield, nyx was always there when noctis had an important meeting, and their ears and eyes were always trained on what was going on around their king. they’d been doing this a lot longer than noctis had been king, and were far more used to this life. “ would you like a back and neck massage, tesoro? “ they ask, a hint of teasing in their voice.

He’s content like this. Like a cat his arms loosen the embrace and stretch languidly before lazily draping his arms over their shoulders. He nuzzles into the man’s neck, utterly unwilling to move much at all except to melt sensuously into their embrasure. It’s a lazy kind of contentment, but the ministrations to his hair and scalp elicited a purr, gunmetal strands woven through a comb as though a tapestry upon a loom. “Mnm,” he replies unhelpfully, a ruby eye opening with a slothful weight. “Don’t see why not, Nyx aki.” The secret endearment is tacked on, a hum of satisfaction buzzing in his throat whilst warmth is radiant as sunlight. That eye sinks closed again, nestling close with a nod.

remind me to log on to geal some time soon