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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[just_hex]

"Oh my god, I thought you got snatched," he gushed, rushing to him.

"And the wind is wrong. I can smell you now," he continued once he was closer. "Want one?"

He offered the one that wasn't already mostly gone.

[tempting_the_fates]

"No thanks. ...And honestly, Hex, I'm stronger than I look. You don't have to worry, yeah?" Nyx said gently.

[just_hex]

"I do, whether I have to or not," he told him. "You don't even know what sort of mail you get. People are weird, Nyx, and you have me to keep you safe."

[tempting_the_fates]

"I can guess," Nyx said. "You act like I've never driven a man half-mad with lust for fun before. I know exactly how brutal they can get, I've heard the threats, seen the looks in their eyes..."

[just_hex]

Hex nodded.

"I still worry," he said. "I love you."

Most of Nyx's ice cream went into his mouth, then.

[tempting_the_fates]

"You're sweet," was all Nyx said to that, leaning over and kissing Hex on the cheek again. "Just relax. Enjoy your ice cream."