Noctis hated the fact that people prioritised his life over their own; that people were willing to die for him simply because he was their Prince. He hated people being hurt, or worse, because of him.

The reason he often headed out at night was to escape all that; to, for even just a moment, be a normal young man who didn’t have the fate of the world resting upon his shoulders. He spent most of his time surrounded by guards and advisors and sometimes it just got a little much. Sometimes he needed to get out, get some fresh air and be alone. It gave him a chance to think.

He hadn’t expected his father to notice his absence so soon and send a Glaive after him, and he certainly hadn’t expected an assassination attempt. It had been years since the last one. He’d been reckless, and as a result, Nyx had been hurt.

They had been in combat for quite some time in the battlefield. If the Niflheim soldiers weren’t enough, the huge Behemoth monster was defiantly giving him trouble. “ Damn it.. “ Nyx huffed as he clenched his fist tight. The magic was affecting him yet again, and although he was a master at it by this point it still took a toll on him, and he hated it. Mostly because he knew this strength was given to him by the King, and it was taken a toll on his Majesty as well.

The Glavies groaned in pain, but still yelled out as they fought against the other side. Nyx was covered in bruises, but had no time to deal with the,. Running along behind all the coverings he could find, soon enough he found himself in a safe area, but there was a solider he spotted among the rubble, not making a move. He approached him with caution, hoping he was dead just yet. When he made himself known to him, he spoke up softly.

‘ I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay? ‘

Thought it seemed he took amusement in his statement, Nyx pulled him up and held him over his shoulder. “ I don’t think so, as long as you’re under my watch, there’s no dying! Got that? “

he was able to find the energy to turn and attempt to glare a hole in the side of the other soldier’s head. dean didn’t bother to argue ( much ) when they pulled them up and help him get back on his feet. while the man hated to admit it, this just wasn’t his scene. while no stranger to killing, dean spent his time wandering the outlands far away from the main city, hunting down the stray daemons. fighting against armies? not his style what so ever. but dean couldn’t just sit this out. he saw the invasion force flying over head while finishing up one of his hunts. he couldn’t just be idle and let the world fall around him. 

             “ yeah? you watching over me now? that’s gonna be more trouble than it’s worth–– shit watch the ribs! ” a short exclamation, a small jostle sending a sharp flare of pain through his side. a cheap shot, dean wasn’t use to being aware of so many enemies around him. another reason why this wasn’t his element. 

“ fuck, just let me grab some booze and some medicine. i’ll be back out stabbing the fuckers before ya’now it. ”

The Prince was silent as he awaited the answer, not fully knowing what he wanted to hear himself. Reassurance perhaps? As the heir to the throne, a lot was expected of him. He was supposed to put his people’s needs before his own like his father. He was supposed to be a hero, and a hero...well, they didn’t get to be happy.

“That’s what I thought. Thanks for being honest with me,” he offered the man a slight smile. People were rarely honest with him Nobody wanted to say something that might upset him. It was actually refreshing and only made him respect Nyx more.

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Nyx looked as far is it could be from a presentable and respectable member of Glave forces. If one would beet him  on a street looking like this they’d think probably that he is no more than some drunkard that had too much and now had no sense of dignity of self control. Aaria tho, he knew better than anyone who the man was and sighed to her self at the scene as she hurried up to him and tried to get him to ease down and stay calm and steady. The moment when he looked at her tho he graped at his head and then his mouth not much more needed to be said and Aaria looked for a container of any sort to offer him and in quick swoop she tuck a bucket for mopping floors and placed it before Nyx. “Oh Nyx... What am I to do with you?” she mumbled to her self as she tried to ease his harshly reflex ragged body by running her palm gently over his back and trying to grasp his hair out of his face. 

“It’s ok. Let it all out.“ she said as a long sigh left her lips after the words. Her eyes wandered behind him to not look at the vomit. The smell was bad enough already. 

      ❛ I’m more of a fruity kinda’ guy. ❜ he’s that guy; the kind to go and sit next to someone and start chatting them up and either end shoving a broken chunk of glass into your kidney. . . or just be genuinly interesteedin your day ! he swears     he’s perfectly harmless tonight ! four margarita’s in and the conceptual entity would love to give some FIRE to his assortment of fruity drinks. 

     ❛ Aw, that’d be sweet of you ! ❜ there’s not a all-encompassing word for what they were. something ancient, primordial    something. tonight? he hasn’t decided that yet. he rose the thin cup, moved the umbrella to the side and leaned it towards the hero. ❛ Hit me. ❜

    ❝ Ppfft. Not much. ❞ Lies, all lies. A small huff while taking another sip of his beer. He could tell her it’s none of his her business, but not only would they get him in trouble, Lunafreya had a right to know of the well being of her knight assigned by the King himself. Nyx was just prone to drink when on break, and even more so when stressed. As the days went on all he could think of was how the possibility of war right around the corner.

        He shot the princess a glance and let his thumb rub against the rim of the bottle. It was as if she was could see right through him, those eyes that carried so much pain beneath them, Nyx could only assume. Even with all the weight at her shoulders, she still wished to place herself in a position to care and know the well being of others.

               ❝ Don’t worry about me princess. Just drinking my sorrows away as some say. ❞ There wasn’t much else to tell her, he hoped she would just take that as a good enough answer for Nyx wasn’t much for conversation. What else could he say to the princess without unintentionally appearing too rude.

Being in Lucis at Via Caelum, vaulted by the immensity of a dimly star-spangled sky tinged by a gradient of light pollution reminded her of something wistful, and acute. Envy. It gnawed on her like something alive, reminding her: this was freedom she could not have. This was advancement and abundance Tenebrae couldn’t achieve. Sometimes, it struck so acutely Lunafreya felt like screaming. Taunting her, the lights seemed to, these artificial stars when Fenestala had always been dark after twilight.

Even Nyx Ulric, the man Regis had entrusted her well-being to, bore a sort of wild freedom she wished to sink teeth and fang into and claim some of it for herself. Like those starving years in Niflheim when she went long periods without food, then when it was there for her, she lunged and hoarded it like a rat. But, she could be soft for him. She could smile prettily and pretend thorns didn’t barb her throat or mind.

“Drinking your sorrows away? How wise of you, Ser Ulric.” Without being prompted, she takes a seat at the bar, wanting to forget discretion for even a moment. “A flute of something stronger than champagne, if you please. No--a vodka. I’m afraid it’s quite needed,” she spake to the bartender who nodded vacantly and complied. Then, to Nyx once more.

“These things are better enjoyed socially. Let me join you.” For she has sorrows and demons of her own innumerable.