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Nyx
Nyx had made up with Willy. That was fine. Hex had all but shoved Nyx at the sidhe. He saw him getting sad. He could smell his misery. All he wanted was for Nyx to be better. To be loved.
And he was pleased when he came over to note the scent in the air had changed a bit. He could smell them both and smiled.
The smile faded fast as he lifted the folder.
"The reason I've come," he said, showing Nyx as he walked in and then closed and locked the door.
"Keep that locked at all times, yeah?" he said firmly. "You've been busy, so I haven't bothered you, but you can know now. Sit?"
He nodded at the sofa, knowing this was going to upset Nyx.
And he was pleased when he came over to note the scent in the air had changed a bit. He could smell them both and smiled.
The smile faded fast as he lifted the folder.
"The reason I've come," he said, showing Nyx as he walked in and then closed and locked the door.
"Keep that locked at all times, yeah?" he said firmly. "You've been busy, so I haven't bothered you, but you can know now. Sit?"
He nodded at the sofa, knowing this was going to upset Nyx.
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There was no judgement in it. He thought if he could magic himself tidy he would. Shaving, doing his hair, and skincare...magic would be nice.
"Or can you not look different enough?' he asked.
Before Nyx could answer either question, Hex smiled.
"Could wear a wig. All the big pop stars wear wigs, I saw," he suggested and then popped bacon into his mouth.
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"I can look as different as I like," Nyx said, "It's just a bit exhausting sometimes. I don't want to wear a wig either, I'll just use magic to make people not notice me," he shrugged.
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"You're going to love this place," he grinned. "If you don't, I'll eat me hat."
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"You're going to wear a hat?" Nyx quipped, picking at his food a little more, then pushing away the plate. "I'm ready whenever you are, love."
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"Used to play ball here, but beyond the pitch is a secret," he told him.
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"Oh? I do like a secret," Nyx purred, settling in close against Hex in the back of the cab. His hand moved to the other man's thigh, and he squeezed a little as it slid a bit higher.
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"I used to play ball a lot," he confessed. "I haven't played since...you know. Wouldn't be fair, and that's no fun."
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"Who cares about fair?" Nyx asked. "You could be a winner. A star..." he added with a purr.
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They rolled up to Holland Park, but on the far side, well away from the pitch. Hex paid and waited for Nyx to join him and the car to drive away. There was no one on the street. Entering the park through the gate, well off in the distance was a woman walking her dog, staring at her phone.
"Let's take this path," he said, leading Nyx away from her.
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Nyx followed without hesitation, trusting Hex blindly, as he often did.
"Going to give me a hint?" he asked as they walked.
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It wasn't much of a hint...until they walked into the Kyoto garden and found themselves utterly alone.
"Pretty, right?" he asked eagerly.
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"It's beautiful," Nyx smiled, glancing around. "I love it."
Reaching for Hex's hand, he gave it a soft squeeze.
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"I've never come here with anyone. Just on me own," he told him. "Come on, I'll show you all the things."
He kept hold of his hand as he led the way through the beautifully kept Japanese garden in the middle of London.
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Nyx walked with him, listening- Though part of him was trying to ignore the little voice inside him wondering where his next fix was coming from. A drink, maybe? A little hit. A toke, perhaps?
It made Hex's words fade into white noise.
He pulled out his cigarettes and lit one.
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Hex stopped and waited for him to light it, taking in the park and breathing deep.
"Care if I get a 99? Soon it'll be too cold," he said, pointing to a cart positioned near another gate to the park.
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"I don't mind at all," Nyx said, pushing up on his toes to kiss Hex's cheek, then taking a drag off his cigarette.
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His feet started for the treat and was only a few feet before he realized he was leaving Nyx. He turned around to walk backward to slow himself down, but it didn't curb his enthusiasm.
"We can get ice cream and go out this gate, but there's people," he said. "If you want, we can pass back through and avoid them?"
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"Hex, love, don't overthink it. Go get your ice cream, I'll be here. We can worry about moving on when we're ready to move on," Nyx said softly.
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Hex smiled brightly and nodded, then left Nyx there and raced off to get the treat. He kept looking back, checking to see the nymph was safe.
He bought two, certain he'd eat them both, but one he intended to give Nyx.
While he collected them, he completely lost track of Nyx.
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Nyx, however, was just wandering in the garden, smoking and admiring the flowers. This strange slice of what was almost home, in the place he'd chosen to settle in- And none of it felt right. Nowhere ever felt right. Sometimes Nyx felt like he'd never find a place to call home, doomed to be out of place no matter how hard he tried to settle.
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By the time Hex had his treats in hand, he turned and couldn't see Nyx at all. He couldn't see him, so he paused to sniff the wind and couldn't smell him, either.
Panic gripped him.
"Nyx!" he shouted loudly, taking off to where he'd last seen the nymph.
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