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[faaola]

Nyx sighed softly at the mans initial comment ; it was true, even if he did owe Regis his life, and the life of those he now calls family, in the end he was still fodder for the wars that continued to rage on. Certainly, this was a life he chose, seeing it as a way to repay the foreign king and the people around him that chose to house him, and yet... That kindness was not always offered in return to him ; often it was thrown back in his face with snide remarks and thinly veiled xenophobia.

Still, he found himself knocked from the sudden saddening thought when he saw Sephiroth starting to move away from his post despite his words. There was a certain joy to be found in this, moving one that seems unmovable -- to make them go against their convictions in such a simple ( and oftentimes silly ) way. Nyx followed along quickly, motioning to a few of the other guards to replace them, his other hand moving to give Sephiroth a friendly pat on the back.

" Glad you see it my way, big guy ! " he chirped happily, a bit more loud now that they're moving away from the door, " There's always times to be serious and times to let loose, so... what do you like ? Beer ? Wine ? Whiskey ? "

He shuffled ahead a little, opening the door for the both of them, but dramatizing it just a bit with a flourished bow and motion for the other to go first, " After you ? " and it was only until after Sephiroth passed through did he finally ask, " What's your name, anyways ? I mean I don't mind callin' ya ' big guy ', but I figure you'd probably prefer otherwise. "

"An unnoticed statue that doubles as battle fodder," Sephiroth added knowingly, because weren't they all just battle fodder in the end? Battle fodder in a war fought between kings and emperors that made the world suffer the consequences.

He never thought highly of war even as he'd been bred for it.

"Ah, tempting though the offer might be, I'm ordered to stand guard until the Lady Lunafreya and Lord Ravus are dismissed." It was a pity. How rare it was that he was permitted to see the sights of the various places he was deployed to, being war zones mostly, and the one time he was somewhere peaceful...

All the same, he had begun to move away from his post despite his protests. As the years had worn on, Niflheim's prized soldier had grown a somewhat rebellious streak, and they allowed it.

Perhaps they saw it as keeping him content enough in their grasp.

[faaola]

Nyx gave the softest snort, glancing over at the ornate door before giving a nod, " Oh no not me, I just love standing around for hours with nothing to do, pretending to be an unnoticed statue. " His statement was accompanied by a small, though playful, eyeroll.

" Really though I have to agree. Usually I don't mind but I'm feelin' more antsy than usual. I'd take training or something over this at the moment.. " and as if to accentuate this, he shifts only a little before fully bouncing foot to foot for a few moments, " Y'know, maybe I could call a couple of other Glaives in or somethin', not really like it matters whose on guard right ?"

His grin widened further now, " Maybe we could go hit up a bar or somethin'.. I know a few places. Maybe we'll find you something to cheer you right up ! " he states, glancing around to the fellow Glaives and Niflheim guards further down the hall. When he looks back over at Sephiroth, his expression is undoubtedly mischievous and far more playful, " Whaddaya say ? "

It was not a position Sephiroth particularly cared for, the role of babysitter for the Fleuret royals; could they not babysit themselves? But then, he supposed, they were essentially prisoners of Niflheim, and thus they could not be trusted to travel to Lucis alone.

Part of Sephiroth suspected the entire thing to be a farce, yet he was a soldier. What did he know?

He was a soldier just as the man so openly staring at him was no doubt a soldier, and he was certain that they had likely crossed blades a time or two on the battlefields outside of the protective wall of Insomnia.

A Kingsglaive, what little Sephiroth actually knew about Lucis told him, one of His Majesty's best.

And nothing but battle fodder.

Still, the conversation was not unwelcome, and though he was a soldier first and foremost, he had still learned manners. The smile he offered in response was slight but there.

"Between the two of us, I'd truly rather be anywhere else," he dared to reply. The man before him wasn't his enemy, he was Niflheim's enemy, so what harm was there in having a conversation with Nyx during a supposed time of peace?

"Yourself?"

[faaola]

----- @warofthebeasts || Special Order of Despair !!

They had clashed before in the war riddled battlegrounds that made up a vast majority of the unprotected Lucian kingdom, undoubtedly so. Yet, as Nyx stood before Sephiroth, he couldn't help but wonder just who this man was, and why he seemed so familiar. He didn't even question as to why he was here either ; surely he was from Niflheim, given the importance of this meeting, and his lack of appearance in the Citadel otherwise. He even seemed to be quite important given his stature and odd hair color ; one could potentially even mistake him for a Fleuret if they weren't careful. Yet, the man stood there seeming as diligent as ever as the Oracle and her brother entered the chamber with the King and his sworn Shield.

Nyx remained silent for the longest moment, unabashedly looking at Sephiroth with the utmost curiosity ; it was only when he could hear the council starting to chatter away inside did the smallest of grins start to form on his lips, " You look awfully familiar, have we met before big guy ? " he questioned, keeping his voice quiet as to not alert those on the other side of the door, " Bar, perhaps ? Party ? "

He couldn't really imagine Sephiroth tucking up into a bar, or even enjoying a party -- hell he looked miffed enough being on guard duty as is, " You look about as overjoyed about this position as a wife running from the altar on her wedding day. "

[faaola]

Sad and Soft  {Sentence Starters}

❛❛ I took your hoodie and I’m not giving it back. ❜❜

❛❛ Please just… just hold me. ❜❜

❛❛ C’mere. Lean on me. ❜❜

❛❛ You look like you need a hug. Come here. ❜❜

❛❛ I’m never leaving this blanket nest ever again. ❜❜

❛❛ I know you don’t like hugs, but… I could really use one right now… ❜❜

❛❛ Just stay a little longer. Please. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s so cold outside, but you’re so warm… ❜❜

❛❛ I’m sorry. I should have asked first, just… it reminded me of you. ❜❜

❛❛ Let me hold you for a while. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s okay. I’ve got you. ❜❜

❛❛ Everything hurts. Being with you is the only good thing in the world anymore. ❜❜

❛❛ Hey, hey, don’t cry. It’s okay. C’mon, come sit under the blanket with me. ❜❜

❛❛ All I want to do is sit and eat cookies and watch cheesy romcoms right now. But I’d love some company. ❜❜

❛❛ I brought blankets, takeout, and your favourite movie. I know it won’t fix everything, but it might help. ❜❜

❛❛ Please stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone. ❜❜

❛❛ I made some tea. Now, do you need to talk? Or should I just put on some music? ❜❜

❛❛ I’m not going to leave. I’ll stay as long as you need me to. ❜❜

❛❛ Your hair’s soft… I just want to pet it until I forget everything but how soft it is… ❜❜

❛❛ Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe now. ❜❜

❛❛ I know you’re hurting right now, and I’m so sorry. Tell me what will help and I’ll do it. ❜❜

❛❛ I just want to see you smile again. ❜❜

❛❛ This is stupid but… could you sing to me? You have such a nice voice, and I think it might help calm me down… you don’t have to, but… ❜❜

❛❛ Lay your head in my lap and try to get some rest. ❜❜

[faaola]

@croweisms​

| ♟ | - Crowe collapsed to her knees, her fellow sorceress’s bodies lying scattered and lifeless around her, their eyes devoid of all light. So was the price of summoning those damm fire storms to keep the Niffs at bay. The glaive then looked towards the battlefield to see her comrades still fighting. Both sides were retreating, but this was still a victory for Lucis. A true victory. And a victory the glaives nor Lucis had seen in a long while. Despite the joy and relief that washed over the other glaives as they dispatched the remnants of the imperial infantry, mostly daemons and MTs, Crowe lamented about her fallen comrades, her fallen sisters. Her fallen family. “And so be it,” she whispered. “They shall never grow old.”

So deep in her melancholy, Crowe failed to notice the crunching of gravel, dirt, and rocks under boots approaching from behind her.

The battle had been long, beyond long. It felt like it had taken years, though these days any battle felt like that. When the fire storm came, a sense of relief flooded into Nyx -- he watched as Daemons and MT’s scattered alike in a hope to get away. The storm passed through, taking everything in its path out, and by the time it cleared, only a few remained. It was easy to pick off what was left as the Niffs were left running back home; though the victory felt hollow to him at this point. Sure, he was grateful for the genuine victory, but just how many more until this war was over?

Still, he found himself moving forward before he even realized he was moving at all. Nyx was returning back to the trucks, ready and prepared to head out when he realized he hadn’t seen one of his most important friends. A small stroke a fear filled him as his brows furrowed together -- worry and a sense of what seemed to be desperation laced into his expression as he looked around. It was a bit in the distance, but he could see a hunched over figure -- one with a familiar looking cloak. This did nothing to ease him really, his pace set fast as he moved towards the person.

“Oh thank the Gods.” he stated finally as he found himself behind Crowe’s figure, still very evidently alive and alright -- at least physically for the moment. He seen the bodies around her, he knew the grief she was carrying -- feeling. A frown marred his face as he knelt down next to her, a gentle hand pressing to her shoulder, his voice so gentle and soft as he spoke, “...Hey. We gotta get goin’, okay? We can alert the medical vans to come get them -- the least we can do is give them a proper burial.” 

[faaola]

@sxrtis​

❝A game?❞ A little confusion. Oh – wait. It was probably video games he meant, much like what Noctis had written to her about. What was that one he liked so much. King’s Knight? Knight’s King? She couldn’t remember. ❝Those I’m not as familiar with. Noctis has told me about some he plays but I cannot for the life of me even remember the title…❞

Going out for drinks with friends… It was a luxury she’d never known, probably would never know. A strange twinge of sadness hit her.

❝Where do you go? When you do go out, I mean.❞ As if she might have a hint of an idea of the area bars. 

Something about the way she spoke hurt him -- something about her expression when she spoke hurt him even more. Sure, he didn’t generally have very much time himself, he rarely got to go out or do anything -- but he still could. Hell, he could even quit being a Glaive if he wanted too -- he could be free! But she couldn’t. She didn’t have any freedom at all and it hurt him. Perhaps it only hurt him simply because he was from a place so completely opposite, so free, that to hear someone else sound so caged...

“There are a lot of games,” Nyx started out softly, “So don’t trouble yourself trying to think of a single one. The ones I like to play are extremely simple and relaxing. Most of the time its just farming.”

He gave the tiniest little laugh -- mostly at himself for sounding so silly. A game about farming -- truly the Pinnacle Glaive right here. Yet he continued, easing into the conversation and conveniently forgetting he wasn’t supposed to be talking to her, or talking at all for that matter. 

“I usually go to this little place called Yamacha’s with a few of the other Glaives. He sells ‘Authentic’--” he dares to move one of his hands from behind his back and raises it every so slightly to offer the most subtle air quotes, “Galahdian food. Hint -- its not really authentic, but hey it works.” Nyx’s stated softly, turning to look at her with a small smile, “I think you would like it, Princess. It would certainly be a different experience.”

[faaola]

“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”

Drunken Confessions || Open || @grieving-glaive

“There’s plenty I’ve never told anyone.” Nyx admitted with a little smile on his face, “It really just depends though. I think the biggest secret I have is...”

He paused for a second, taking a drink of his beer before continuing, “Back in Galahd when me and Lib still had our bar, there was a night after work when a few others came in and we all kinda just hung out. We got a little too wasted and well, nobody else actually remembers what happened that night, but I do. ‘Somehow’--” he made air quotes, “--Four of our tables had been smashed. I took the blame for it to ease the tension, but it was actually Libs who did it. I’ve never told anyone because that bar meant the world to him, me too but if he found out he hurt the place -- well...”

Nyx’s expression softened greatly, one filled with love and warmth, “I can’t go lettin’ him get all sad and depressed now can I? You gotta promise you wont tell him now, he loves holdin’ it over my head when he’s mad!”

[faaola]

💃

Cliche Meme || Open || @sxrtissend 💃 for your muse to teach mine how to dance (or any other activity that involves a lot of touching)

ʕ·ᴥ·　ʔ

Nyx has two left feet on the dancefloor. Sure, he could dance like an absolute doofus -- and has been known to do so to make others laugh ( or perhaps when he drank a bit too much that one time... ) but an actual Waltz? He wasn’t trained for this, he had no idea how to do this. He watched the others at the Gala dancing, trying to memorize their movements with the few seconds he had available to do so as he was led to the floor by the Princess.

“I hate to break it to ya, your Highness, but I have no idea how to do this.” He admitted quietly, glancing around quickly for a moment, “And I don’t think anyone will be very... delighted to see you dancing with a Glaive.”

He almost looked embarrassed by admitting this small fact, his cheeks flushing lightly as he looked down at Lunafreya. A part of him even felt a little bad -- he was going to accidentally make her look like a fool. He was quiet for a moment more before he spoke up again softly, “Are you certain you have no idea how to do this Princess? I don’t want to make you look bad at such an important Gala. Perhaps you could teach me instead?”

[faaola]

drunken confession.

your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.

“ what’s holding you back in life ?”

“ is everything alright? ”

“ when did you choose to give up ?”

“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”

“ how many have you slept with ?”

“ what’s your biggest secret ?”

“ do you believe in love ?”

“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”

“ what scares you more than anything ?”

“ have you ever considered running away ?”

“ do you love me ?”

“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”

“ who hurt you ?”

“ what made you this way ?”

“ is there anyone special in your life ?”

“ why are you always smiling ?”

“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”

“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”

“ who are you, really ?”

“ is there anything you regret ?”

“ what’s your biggest regret ?”

“ tell me about your first kiss ?”

“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”

“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”

“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”

“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”

“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”

“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”

“ when was the last time you cried ?”

“ how come you keep running away ?”

“ have you ever made someone cry ?”

“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”

“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”

“ do you believe in true love ?”

“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”

“ do you regret letting me close ?”

“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”

“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”

“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”

“ do you ever get scared ?”

“ what do you really think of life ?”

add your own for further development.

[faaola]

*: ･ﾟ✧   mark, bob & wade / pogostuck #1.

feel free to change pronouns etc as needed!

“ i see you, i see you, i see you!”

“ this is giving me like, ripoff __ vibes so hard.”

“ i can already tell i’m gonna hate this.”

“ well, you made progress. i’m not making progress.”

“ i wish i could get back down to you.”

“ i can’t get back over the banana.”

“ oh, that helps.”

“ yeah, but you can’t touch anything.”

“ oh, there’s a banana in the air.”

“ this is the worst. this is the worst thing ever.”

“ this is kinda fun, i like this.”

“ HOW do you like this?”

“ it’s better than monopoly.”

“ i’m not good at this, but i like this.”

“ you having some kinda trouble?”

“ wait, where are we supposed to go?”

“ oh my god, i’m gonna die.”

“ don’t even talk to me.”

“ i have a visceral reaction to __.”

“ i don’t miss this at all.”

“ it’s fun, just take a deep breath.”

“ just relax, it’s fuuuun!”

“ how the HELL is this FUN to you?!”

“ NEVER! i will NOT relax!”

“ calm down, it’s fine. it’s fine, everything’s fine.”

“ you’re only saying that because you KNOW it’ll make me madder.”

“ i didn’t see shit.”

“ you didn’t do ANYTHING.”

“ hey, how’s it going?”

“ i’m gonna just take a little breather.”

“ i just- don’t judge me, __.”

“ i don’t care what you’re accomplishing, i have what i need right here.”

“ you know, what? i take it back. i love __.”

“ are you fucking cheating?”

“ i’m starting to get a feel of it.”

“ what did i just get?”

“ the flies. why do the flies exist? that’s the worst part.”

“ i’m so glad you’re having fun up there.”

“ it’s so much better. it’s like infinitely better.”

“ no. no, please.”

“ how did you do that?!”

“ i can’t. i can’t with this. i literally. i can’t.”

“ it makes no sense!”

“ don’t you leave me here…!”

“ DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!”

“ i’m actually sad because i wanted you to succeed.”

“ i thought i was done. i fucked up.”

“ what the hell was that?!”

“ i just- i need a- i need a moment.”

“ you need a moment, huh? you need a moment?”

“ i’ve got nice sandwiches that are going nice and cold while i’m trying to- OHMYGOD!”

“ i’m so happy that it’s not me down there for once.”

“ why does it do that?”

“ i swear to fffh… i swear to FUCK. I SWEAR TO FUCK!”

“ where am i?!”

“ oh yes! …. NOOOOO!!!”

“ YEAH! I’M FINE! WHY?!”

“ idunno, you sound… different.”

“ why would i sound different? it’s the same old me.”

“ you know what, i feel your pain, you know?”

“ you don’t feel my pain.”

“ i don’t feel any pain, actually, i don’t feel anything.”

“ don’t laugh at me.”

“ if you don’t want me to laugh, you can’t say that with a mouth full of chick-fil-a.”

“ i found the hack. i’m a hacker. i’m the best.”

“ see, wasn’t that worth all the anguish?”

“ you finally did what everyone else did way a long time ago.”

“ be fucking careful with that.”

“ not like this!”

“ i might kill.”

“ calm down, everything’s fine, it’s working.”

“ you found your secret mantra?”

“ i saw the path.”

“ i just want to let you know.”

“ where are you and why don’t i care?”

“ this is uncharted territory for me.”

“ shut up, __, shut up. don’t use me for your mantra, you’re stealing my skill.”

“ my whole body hurts now, god damn it.”

“ i knew that was a dumb.”

“ i’m so proud of you.”

“ no, god, WHY would you do that?”

“ what are you talking about?”

“ what are people saying about me, huh?”

“ i swear, i don’t care what you think of me.”

“ you’re not gonna make it. you FOOL!”

“ i just realized i didn’t want your advice.”

“ i’m offended that you thought i needed your help.”

“ oh yeah? well look who’s in the same place as me. YOU. so how does that feel?”

“ i have seen the golden- the promised land.”

“ you have not. you have not, no one has.”

“ it’s definitely not impossible, okay?”

“ how are you keeping it together?”

“ if i be quiet, i feel the path. if i am loud, the path eludes me.”

“ oh man, what have i done?”

“ oh god, be careful!”

“ once i reach my apex skill, you’re going to see __ the likes of which you’ve never seen.”

“ i’m better than you!”

“ it’s all the same, you idiot!”

“ well, it’s good to see you dude!”

“ i fucking HATE EVERYTHING.”

“ i feel bad, but not THAT bad.”

“ here we go again!”

“ they never lose, they just take a break.”

“ yeah, i have principles.”

“ welcome to hell.”

“ i did it! oh, thank god.”

“ everything will be better from here on out.”

“ it’s not just a constant fight to not lose, it’s a constant fight for victory.”

“ hey, this place is terrifying.”

“ it’s so much worse here.”

“ the left is the wrong way to go.”

“ i hate. so strongly is my hate.”

[faaola]

*: ･ﾟ✧  stuff my mom has said while on the phone.

feel free to change pronouns etc as needed!

“ i think i know why you’re proud of it too. it makes you strong.”

“ my stubbornness only bites me in the ass.”

“ i’m so happy those times when you admit i’m right.”

“ you don’t have to– uhhh… what was i gonna say again?”

“ i don’t know why i’m like that.”

“ you’re not like that.”

“ when it comes to games, you’re pretty determined to win.”

“ you get a little mad when you lose.”

“ i had a little sadistic thought right now.”

“ i should’ve called __ in the middle of the night. said nothing, just hung up.”

“ so you don’t think he’d be concerned?”

“ there’s something called ‘house-cold.’ ask anyone, they’ll say yes.”

“ why did i put it down in the drawer again when i’m gonna take it with me?”

“ it’s raining.”

“ i hope i don’t lose you.”

“ wow! today it’s not wet on the inside of the window!”

“ i find that very strange.”

“ it was very wet yesterday.”

“ i don’t understand anything.”

“ i can’t swim in, but maybe a bird can.”

“ don’t you hear me?”

“ i tend to disappear around here.”

“ it’s foggy as fuck here.”

“ it’s not foggy at all there? that’s unfair.”

“ do you have an explanation for that? like, a physical explanation?”

“ those cows, you know? i drove past them.”

“ i drove past a garbage bin.”

“ now i’m at the mail boxes.”

“ we called it the moose-road.”

“ they said it would take some time.”

“ don’t you pay attention to what happen?”

“ now you can guess!”

“ oh, hi cows!”

“ they’re normal milk-cows. what you think is normal cows.”

“ i’m so impressed by cats lately.”

“ it wasn’t like that when i was young.”

“ i’m very proud of how they’ve learned from development.”

“ the reason i said oh my god was because of a crow.”

“ it didn’t fly. it jumped really weird. like, sideways.”

“ i’m not allowed.”

“ i had some problems.”

“ i don’t understand shit.”

“ same place as yesterday, you disappeared.”

“ not again! why the same place? what’s wrong with this place?”

“ so satisfied with yourself.”

“ why am i blinking? i don’t understand why i’m blinking.”

“ what are you laughing at, you hen?”

“ i know you. i know when you’re mischievous.”

“ i know you’re trying to stay serious.”

“ does water sound like moose?”

“ i thought i was a boring-stick.”

“ i can’t call ‘youtube’, ‘facebook.’ how old am i?”

“ i never say anything funny, never do anything funny.”

“ shit. shit shit shit shit shit!”

“ first of all, i exited the car, and secondly,  i– FUCK!”

“ awww, so cute you are, doggie!”

“ there. there. there. uhhhh… there.”

“ thanks for the compliment.”

“ GARBAGE BINS!!”

“ when i’ve heard of hybris, i’ts been hybrid wolves.”

[faaola]

A rather cliche meme

add 🔁 for the situation to be reversed where possible (example: 🍂🔁 for my muse to fall on top of yours)

send 💗 for our muses to have to pretend to be in a relationship

send 🛌 for our muses to have to share a bed

send 🙊 for our muses to meet up in secret

send 💏 for our muses to kiss in order to hide their faces from somebody

send 🍹 to confess something to my muse while drunk (specify what is being confessed)

send 🍺 to kiss my muse while drunk

send 💁 for our muses to be stuck in a small space together

send 💃 for your muse to teach mine how to dance (or any other activity that involves a lot of touching)

send 👀 to catch my muse in a state of undress

send 🍂 for your muse to fall on top of mine

send 💬 for our muses to play truth or dare together

send 🍶 for our muses to play spin the bottle together

send 💌 for my muse to receive a secret admirer letter from yours

send 📖 for my muse to find a diary entry yours has written about them (specify what it says)

[faaola]

Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer…

If you snuck into my room I would:

[] Go back to sleep

[] Kick you out

[] Cuddle with you

[] Be like “How in the world?”

[] Let you sleep on the floor

[] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:

[] Kiss or hug you back

[] Smile and laugh

[] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable

[] Push you away

[] Be shocked

[] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[] No

[] Yes

[] Most certainly not.

[] Without hesitation.

You are:

[] Cute

[] Adorable

[] Attractive

[] Beautiful

[] Okay

[] Ugly

[] Am not going to grace this with an answer You are to me a: [] Stranger [] Acquaintance [] Ally [] Friend [] Love [] Rival [] Enemy I find you to be: [] Pathetic [] Off no consequence [] Intriguing [] Frightening [] Unsettling [] Annoying [] Infuriating [] Pleasant company [] Comforting []  Unable to be lived without [] Trustworthy

(- Based of askboxmemes’s post.)

[faaola]

@sxrtis​

❝Something like that.❞ Did they really have time to go into exactly what the Empire let her do and not do? She actually shot a glance to the clock. Probably not. It took a full week for her to learn the rules and guidelines when they showed up.

That and the other prying ears did not need to hear such blasphemous speech from the Oracle.

Lunafreya rose from the desk she’d been seated at, approaching the Glaive. ❝Though I could say that I am impressed that you have any downtime for entertainment. Your schedule is rather vigorous, no?❞

(´ｖ｀)

Nyx watched as she got up, an ever so slight quirk of an eyebrow, though he didn’t dare to move just yet. He kept his gaze on her carefully, watching as she moved closer, a thoughtful expression playing on her face as she did so. Her question came as a surprise -- it wasn’t often ( or rather should he say, never ) that the person he guarded asked him something like that. Or asked him anything for that matter. 

He remained quiet for a few moments more, mulling over the question before he finally answered, “It is, if we’re not on guard duty or out in the field, then we’re training to be out in the field.”

It was a simple answer, one that he was usually satisfied to give. It answered the question she gave, and remained in-line and respectful -- yet.. Surely it couldn’t hurt to chatter with the Princess, after all, she was more like a prisoner than anything Nyx had come to realize.

“But.” he began again, hesitant at first, “In the small amount of time I do get off, I tend to watch things like that if I’m too tired to go out with the others for some drinks, or I’ll play a game.”

[faaola]

Millicent borrowed a sweatshirt from Nyx once when she was cold. She was going to wash and return it to him the next day, by things got hectic with work and it just ended up not happening. She still has it and wears it. She likes how big it is and it’s comfortable. She’s super embarrassed about keeping it, but also too embarrassed to give it back. Part of her hopes Nyx forgot about it/won’t ask for it back.

Give Me Headcanons || Open || @grieving-glaive

🔪🔪 ——– Okay tbh mood??? I too am a hoodie thief sdfkjghsldkfjgds Yeah good steal this mans clothes tbh like!!! He’s a dumbass, he’s just gonna forget and assume he lost it LOL so he probably wont do any questioning at all, hell if he ever catches her like, wearing it or something its gonna take him like four minutes to register that that’s HIS hoodie skdjfhglskdjfskjdfhg and he’ll 100% absolutely get this like, dumb lil teasing smirk on his face and tease a little, but in the end he would insist she kept it since he’s already replaced it / didn’t need it anymore / ect ect 

[faaola]

( TOUCH )

Seduction Starters || Open || @sxrtis( TOUCH ): “accidentally” briefly touching mine. (example: brief hand touch, knee under the table)

(∩╹□╹∩)

At first, Nyx hadn’t noticed anything. It was a simple duty to guard the Princess -- or rather, guarding in general was a simple job. It was one he was used too. He learned how to remain very aware and alert, even with his mind drifting off to various thoughts -- so it was no surprise when he didn’t realize something ( or rather, someone ) was touching him so lightly. He was in line next to the Princess, so that already put his mind in a certain sense of ease -- knowing she probably wouldn’t do anything, and yet.

After the third brush against his hand, he realized something was going on. He paused his train of thought, this time waiting for it to happen again, and sure enough he didn’t need to wait long. Another soft touch across the back of his hand, fingers trailing so gently over his knuckles. Nyx glanced to his side, looking at Lunafreya for a moment to see if she had any form of reaction at all to her own actions, yet she remained as quiet and still all the same.

He didn’t really think much on his own actions, deciding to mimic the Princess in her little game. He reached over so gently, subtly, and grabbed her hand with is own, giving it a gentle little squeeze. He held her hand for a few moments more, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand before finally pulling away. For a change, that mirth that usually lingered in Nyx’s expression wasn’t there, rather it was replaced with something softer -- warmer.

“...Do they even let you hold hands with someone sometimes?” he questioned without thinking, the words slipping past him before he even had the chance to think of stopping them. His voice was so quiet when he spoke too, almost as if he was afraid of speaking, “...can’t imagine what that must be like if its true. Touch is a big thing in Galahd, its how we show we love our friends and family.”

There was almost a certain tone in saddness in his voice -- though whether it was sadness over the memories he was thinking on, or saddness for the Oracle, that was uncertain.