Fenris

[just_hex]

Hex had set himself up in the galley to peel the potatoes for Hannibal, out of the way. He knew how the cook liked it done and was quick and precise.

He took the last root out of the water to remove the skin when Fenris walked in. Hex flashed him a warm smile.

"The water isn't hot enough for tea," he apologized. "You'll have to put it on."

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[just_hex]

"You think?" he asked.

[stolenlife]

"Hearts don't talk," Fenris said flatly. "And if it did, then you wouldn't need advice."

[just_hex]

Hex thought of Nyx and the way his heart told him all kinds of things when the nymph was safe in his arms in their bed and he smiled.

"It's working alright," he confessed.

[stolenlife]

"Let me guess, you're blissfully in love," Fenris muttered.

He practically had no frame of reference, but everything he'd seen of it made love seem positively idiotic.

[just_hex]

Hex blushed.

"No," he replied, but it was a lie and he was the worst at lying.

[stolenlife]

Fenris resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Seems like you're not in need of advice then," he said, as his knife flew over a potato.

[just_hex]

"Not right now," he nodded in agreement.

Then he had a thought to be helpful and offered-

"Do you?"

[stolenlife]

"Do I what?" Fenris asked, looking up at him, not following the thread.

[just_hex]

"Do you need any advice on anything? You're so new. I remember when I was first aboard, it seemed like there was a lot to learn..." he offered helpfully.

[stolenlife]

"Advice?" Fenris looked genuinely baffled. "On... what?"

[just_hex]

Hex shrugged.

"Keeping clear of the captain, for one. The less he's interested in you, the better you'll be," he said- muttered, really.

He'd always admired Bond, until Nyx had explained the captain must intend to murder him.

[stolenlife]

Fenris scowled. "What, are you also assuming that I'm keen to climb into bed with him?"

[just_hex]

Hex looked up, confused.

"Also?"

[stolenlife]

"The quartermaster," Fenris said sourly. "He gave me the same advice, with quite a different undertone."

[just_hex]

"Ahhh," Hex nodded. "That's because he's jealous. He's the captain's, see. But Bond screws who he wants and don't care it bothers him."

At least that was what Hex had gathered from all the times Q had come to sleep in his bed and cry on his shoulder.

[stolenlife]

"He will not be screwing me," Fenris said coldly.

[just_hex]

"You say that, but if he decides he wants you, he'll get you," he replied. "He just...does."

[stolenlife]

"Then I hope he's prepared to lose a hand," said Fenris flatly. "I am done with that. I am no longer enslaved, and no one is entitled to my body."

[just_hex]

"Oh. Like Fox," he smiled. "Alright. He'll understand that."

The one thing he knew was Bond may be forceful but he didn't stay where he was truly unwelcome.

[stolenlife]

Fenris made a mental note of the name Fox.

Though the reassurance did remind him of something, and Hex seemed like a good person to get information from. "I understand that he's keeping nymph here against his will."

[just_hex]

"Nah, Fox has been here for ages. He grows our plants, yeah?" Hex smiled. "All these potatoes. He's wonderful."

[stolenlife]

Fenris frowned, genuinely confused. “I mean Nyx. I met him.” Were there more,

[just_hex]

At the very sound of his name, Hex was overtaken with the most smitten grin and warmth in his eyes.

"Prince Nyx, yeah," he nodded. "Him, too."

[stolenlife]

Fenris frowned at him. "You do realize he is a prisoner here, don't you? Bound by magic against his will?"

[just_hex]

Hex grew suspiciously quiet.

"Yeah...I know," he said, looking down.