Nyx

[just_hex]

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.

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[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx whined a little, nipping at Hex's chin and then finally settling in again.

His tail flicked a bit, but eventually it flopped over his nose as he curled up again.

[just_hex]

Once Nyx was settled, Hex found a comfortable place for his arm that didn't squish him.

He huffed a heavy sigh that came from deep within.

Little moon, little moon, so bright white...little moon, little moon, loves the night sang the wolf softly.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx purred loudly, drifting off to the sound of the wolf's voice.

He woke a while later, carefully shifting back to his normal form but keeping himself tucked up close against Hex. He didn't want to leave the blankets of the warmth of the other man's embrace, and he started purring again as he pressed a kiss to Hex's chest.

"My Hex, mine," he said softly to himself.

[just_hex]

Hex was only dozing and when Nyx moved, he tightened his arm. It was a few more moments before he realized Nyx was awake and he opened his eyes.

"You're you again," he smiled.

[tempting_the_fates]

"I'm always me, even if I'm not," Nyx assured him with a little yawn, snuggling in again and nipping at Hex's shoulder. "I'm not capable of being anything else."

[just_hex]

"Ready to hunt?" he asked brightly, his body tensing, ready to spring from bed.

Except he looked confused for a moment.

"Eat," he said after a moment. "I meant eat."

[tempting_the_fates]

"I know what you meant," Nyx smiled, purring again. "The wolf was chatty, it could hear me as the fox. ...Food sounds good, but so does a little hibernation, hmm?"

[just_hex]

"The...wolf...was chatty? Wot's that mean?" he asked, moving so he could look at Nyx better.

Stripping him of warm blankets in the process.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx protested the loss of warmth, squirming until he was mostly covered again.

"In my Fox form I can speak directly to the minds of some. You couldn't hear me, but your wolf could. It spoke to me. Sang a little bit even. It was sweet. You're sweet," he added with a little smile.

[just_hex]

"You talked to the wolf?" he asked, eyes wide in shock. "And it talked back? Bloody hell...like, in English?"

[tempting_the_fates]

"Probably not English. Magic does wonders with translation," Nyx shrugged. "I forget sometimes that humans can't speak with animals if they want to."

[just_hex]

"Oh my god, that's amazing," Hex exhaled. "I didn't even know it could think. I mean...you know. I thought it was just a beast, yeah?"

A smile flickered on his lips.

"Until I met you."

[tempting_the_fates]

"Even a beast has a heart. Thoughts. Wants..."

Nyx trailed off as he yawned again.

"It's cold in here," he complained.

[just_hex]

"Then get up and get dressed so we can eat," Hex replied, giving him a little shove.

"You promised me food. All I had was bloody weird pizza," he said.

"Your mate, by the way, that Winter? What a weirdo. I love him. Brilliant. Fuckin weird," he laughed, making a nuisance of himself until Nyx got up.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx whined and tried to keep covered up, but eventually gave up, warming the room with a little magic and pulling on some clothes.

"He is odd, even for a pixie," he admitted. "He's a pure soul though."

[just_hex]

"You know there was a marshmallow pizza in the fridge? Crust, red sauce, cheese. I thought it was a lump of pure mozz, yeah? Nah, mate. It was a marshmallow," he told him while he pulled on some clothes.

[tempting_the_fates]

"I don't tend to eat what Winter brings home," Nyx admitted.

Not that the fae ate much at all most days, but when he did, it had to be exactly what he was wanting- And not whatever insane concoction Winter had dreamed up.

"What do you want for a meal then?" he asked.

[just_hex]

"Bacon. Sausages. Eggs. Lots of eggs. Omlettes?" he suggested.

[tempting_the_fates]

"Let's order something in then. I don't think we have eggs. I don't think there's anything but leftovers," Nyx admitted with a laugh.

[just_hex]

"Alright," Hex nodded eagerly.

His smile softened a bit, and there was a tenderness in his eyes.

"Will you eat, too?" he asked gently.

He wasn't blind. He never said, but he noticed. And he noticed that the fae in his arms seemed a bit more delicate than normal. He noticed that for all the cartons and boxes in the fridge, nothing was anything Nyx would choose to eat. He saw him drink, and maybe have a nibble of some crisps.

Hex saw more than most people realized.

[tempting_the_fates]

"Um... Sure, okay. I'll have some fried potatoes," Nyx agreed, hoping Hex didn't want to talk about it.

[just_hex]

Hex didn't want to talk about it.

He simply smiled.

"I like to watch you eat as much as I like to watch you sing," he said, wetting his lips and looking down.

He worried about Nyx's misery, but he wasn't unselfish.

[tempting_the_fates]

"I really don't like being watched while I eat," Nyx said honestly. "I don't really like eating at all."

[just_hex]

"I know," he nodded.

He got up and stretched, groaning and cracking as he reached for the sky. Every muscle was defined, in turn.

"I like looking at you," he said as he exhaled. "You're my favorite thing to watch."

[tempting_the_fates]

"I like watching you too," Nyx said, moving closer and slipping his arms around the other man's middle. "I think you're beautiful," he said softly.