#「 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧* Nyx :: so you laugh like a child and i’ll sing like no one cares. I could see this view a hundred times. SUNLILTED 」

[battleshot]

The hero hums, a quiet sound that almost mimics a coeurl's rumble. He settles his cane against his leg, arms crossing over his chest as he leans in the doorway. " hey there hotshot, you planning on gettin' outta bed today? " it's a gentle tease, his good eye lighting up with fondness. " Lib made breakfast, says he wants to actually see you it this time, he's worried you're nothin' but bones. " -- @sunlilted & nyx

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, making him blink rapidly as he looks over at the door. Clearly disoriented by the sudden awakening, he asked, "Huh? Wh-What time is it?" His gaze drifts over to the Glaive as he lifts his head from the pillow of the bed they shared when Prompto stayed (which was becoming more frequent - not wanting to leave his side). "I thought the plan was for us both to sleep in this morning." With a chuckle, "Guess not." Rolling over, he adds. "Mm. Gimme a sec." He yawns, back arched and slowly becomes aware of the light infiltrating the bedroom.

Swinging his legs out of bed slowly, he feels the carpet under his feet and scrunches his toes into it before emerging from bed using his hands to raise himself. "Nuh-uh, It's you pushing food around their plate - don't think I haven't noticed, babe. You're not getting off the hook that easy." A little sparkle appeared in his own eyes as he teased. He was relieved to see Nyx back, even if he had been severely damaged and was on the long road to recovery. He was back. 

A pair of bare feet padded across the room to reach Nyx, arms reaching out and gently wrapping around his waist. "Good Morning." He mumbled into his chest. He exhales heavily, and around natural withdrawal, he clings even tighter. He adds adamantly, "Not so fast!". As he settled into a softer sigh, his gaze was drawn to Nyx's face, trying to see beyond the scars to kiss the corner of his lips. "Soooooo.... what's been cookin' good lookin'?" A smile emerged, radiating his fair, freckled features.

[battleshot]

𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑦 , 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 .- @sunlilted + nyx

❝ Mm, morning babe! ❞ Prompto stumbles into the small kitchen space, wearing boxers and Nyx's shirt, rubbing his eyes and running his hand through his fluffy blond bed-hair. "What's cookin' good lookin'," his bare feet pad over to his partner, blue eyes curious, arms sliding to wrap around his waist, pushing up on the balls of his feet to glance at the stove.

As his face buried itself between Nyx's shoulder blades, he commented, ❝ Didn't have t' make a special effort… ❞ His smile was discernible in his tone. A few kisses here and there, a deep inhalation - his smell was so familiar and comforting. It is the simplicity of waking up to this every morning that makes true happiness possible.

When he felt Nyx reaching for utensils but not wanting to push Prompto away, he figured he might be hindering Nyx from finishing breakfast. Leaning around him, his nose poking at his cheek, the sharpshooter clearly indicated he wasn't entirely satisfied. He eventually succeeded in his goal, smiling as he did so. In the peacefulness of the morning, a gentle kiss took place, soft and lingering. The smile on his face grew wider with each kiss. A buzzing timer interrupted their kiss before he could deepen it. ❝ Mm, gettin' more of that before we leave for work. ❞ He said with adamance, he wasn't finished with him

[battleshot]

                                                                    Excitement,  nerves,  pride  --  being  one  of  the  three  to  escort  the  royal  to  his  lady,  the  sharpshooter  was  practically  bursting  at  the  seams.  It  would  be  a  road  trip  filled  with  thrills,  photos,  and  memories,  but  for  now,  he  would  stifle  his  anxiety  about  being  alongside  the  advisor  and  shield  --  both  of  whom    possessed  titles  and  royal  reputations,  but  he  did  not  --  aside  from  being  a  member  of  the  Crownsguard.      (    for  which  he  should  give  himself  more  credit    )

𝑁𝑦𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑡. "𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐, ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡." 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠. "𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒, 𝑦'ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟?"      @sunlilted​ + Nyx

A  familiar  voice  called  to  him  as  he  threw  his  bag  into  the  trunk  of  the  regalia.    "    Huh-?    "    Tugged  by  trusted  hands,  his  body  naturally  fell  into  place.  As  sunlight  broke  through  the  citadel,  a  beaming  smile  shone  from  fair-freckled  features,  hands  rest  peacefully  on  uniformed  shoulders,  and  his  torso  willing  to  embrace  Nyx  without  protest.  Prompto's  happiness  seeps  through  the  kisses  he  gave  him,  stealing  a  second  and  a  third  just  to  be  sure.

Eventually  parting  and  throwing  him  a  wink  and  a  haphazard  wave,  he  promised      "    I'll  be  back  before  y'  know  it!  "    Oh  yeah,  he  had  it,  baaaaad.

                    Fluorescent  lights  extend  beyond  Lestallum  but  evade  the  reach  of  azureous  optics.  A  new  day  of  darkness  has  passed,  but  how  many  more  would  they  endure?  Despite  everyone's  efforts,  nobody  had  an  answer.  There  was  only  one  thing  they  knew:  the  True  King  would  return  to  restore  the  light  ...    one  day.

The  return  of  Nyx  allowed  Prompto  to  remain  alight.  However,  he  would  still  have  moments  that  haunted  his  past  --  who  he  really  was  --  but  the  soft  reassurance  of  the  glaive,  the  hand  holding,  the  soft  whispers  at  night,  entwining  limbs  would  keep  him  from  thinking  about  anything  else    except  them.  This  was  what  kept  that  sunshine  personality  alive.

𝑁𝑦𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑡. "𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐, ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡." 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠. "𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒, 𝑦'ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟?"      @sunlilted​ + Nyx

Although  the  action  made  him  laugh  and  caught  him  off  guard,  he  turned  his  head  just  in  time  to  capture  Nyx's  lips  while  standing  with  his  back  against  Nyx's  chest.  A  part  of  him  felt  a  strange  deja  vu,  maybe  a  part  of  him  felt  a      sadness  he  could  not  explain,  but  he  looked  up  at  the  taller  male  as  he  answered.    "    Yeah...  (  Curling  his  lips  with  mild  concern    )    yeah,  don't  worry,  I'll  be  fiiine    "    A  shrug,  brushing  it  aside;  something  that  didn't  wane  with  age  was  his  anxiety.  A  barely-there  whisper  passed  between  them  as  they  shared  another  slow  kiss.    "    I  love  you.  "   

[battleshot]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝:    @sunlilted​​ 「 Nyx Ulric 」

                                      𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 : Reunion. 

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 ?      no    ➤ yes

    𝘼    𝙝𝙪𝙛𝙛    𝙤𝙛    𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧    𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙙    𝙝𝙞𝙢      as  he  caught  reflections  from  a  once  vibrant  shop  window.  Initially,  he  wondered  whether  this  shop  would    ever    reopen. In  simpler  times,  when  the  sun  shone  on  the  population,  when  street  musicians  made  a  living,  when      𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔    𝒐𝒇    𝒕𝒉𝒆    𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒕      would  stimulate  his  senses,  when  Prompto,  really  only  had  one  concern:      '  What  herb  did  Ignis  say  he  was  buying?  '      --  Just  as  clueless  as  ever.   He  was  all  set  for  a  return  to  the  past.    To  learn,    in  order  to  prevent    today.    The  thought  of  exploring  such  a  possibility,  however,  would  lead  him  down  a  rocky  path,  in  which  his  heart  began  to  ache  over  the  man  he  assumed  dead.    𝐍𝐲𝐱    𝐔𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐜.   His  second  thought  was  the  surprise  at  the  apparent  facial  hair,  which  induced  his  laughter.           ❝    Getting    old    prom...      ❞        What  was  he  now,  twenty-five,    nearing    twenty-six?  Knowing  that  so  many  lives  were  lost,  and  without  a  doubt,  that  wasn't  the  end  of  the  slaughter,  he  thanked  the  Astrals  for  having  even    made  it    to  this  age  --  each  day  was  nothing    short    of  a  blessing.  Unfortunately,  even  the  most  courageous  of  hunters  still  fall  victim  to  the  lifeless,  soulless  grasp  of  the  daemons.   Nevertheless,  as  time  moved  forward,  they  persisted;    they    adapted.  Mapping  out  the  enemy's  offensive,  defensive,  and  tactical  actions.  Prompto  would  be  on  the  frontlines,  of  course.  As  a  member  of  the  Crownsguard,  he  was  aware  of  what  he  was  signing  up  for,  but  was  the  thought  of  being  in  combat  alongside  his  best  friend  what    sold  him    on  the  idea?  Although  he  wanted  to  be  more  than  just  a  lone  photographer,  he  was  confronted  with  the  realization  that  this  was  maybe  more  than  he  could  chew.  But  who  could  ever  really  know  how  something  like  this  would  unfold?   Detracted  from  his  aging  features,  attention  was  drawn  to  voices  behind  him,  azureous  optics  following  the  noise  that    reverberated    along  the  walls  of  cobbled  alleyways.  

        ❝    Some    '  hero  '  ,  showing  up  after  all  this  time.          ❞  

A  heartbeat  was  instantly  skipped  in  his  chest.  He  knew  only  one  man  with  that  reference,  but  these  hunters  may  not  have  known  that.  Their  connection  could  have  been  just  about  anybody.  However,  his  ears  perk,  and  the  well-worn  leather  boots  of  his  uniform      (    note,  wash  later,  Gurangatch  spit  is  not  attractive.    )      pull  him  towards,  keeping  a  distance  behind,  the  hunters.

        ❝  Well,  more  hands  are  always  welcome.  Ulric  will  be  a  valuable  asset,  no  doubt.        ❞  

The  sharpshooter's  voice  surprised  the  hunters.      ❝      Nyx  ??    ❞      He  asked.      ❝      Uh,  Nyx...  Ulric  ?    ❞