Nyx

Aug. 17th, 2023 08:01 pm
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[From here]

Hex watched Nyx go, smiling to himself as he wandered inside. He wasn't sure what Nyx had gotten or where he might need to be, so for the moment he stood in the foyer.

I belong to you kept repeating in his head. It made his heart feel much too big.
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Nyx's appointment was at noon and Hex had a bounce in his step as he hit the salon. He got his hair cleaned up, then went to the spa to get undressed.

The tech came in and took a look at how much had grown, then Hex closed his eyes and relaxed as she professionally, quickly, and uncomfortably stripped the rest of the hair from his body. A scrub down and a rub down and he was set free.

Checking the time, he popped home to grab clothes and a toothbrush, then he hurried back to Nyx's, hoping to beat him home.

He walked in to freshen the bed...

And found Nyx laying there, not much different from when Hex had left him earlier.

"How was the interview?" he asked from the doorway,

He wore tight black trousers and a wine coloured silk shirt with a black brocade waistcoat. His hair was perfect and his skin was glowing. Leaning casually against the door jamb, Hex watched Nyx open his eyes.

"Have you gotten up at all?"
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Hex hadn't been to a club like this since he'd been streaming with Max. He wasn't sure what to expect, but was actually glad when no one brought it up. It made the night a lot more fun and he hooked up with a sub almost immediately to toy with.

Which was great fun until someone did cause a stir. Someone actually famous. Nyx.

Hex watched him for a moment, happy to see the star out having a good time and exploring something that clearly interested him. It was a little bit later when he saw Nyx talking to a dom Hex knew did public displays of humiliation. He couldn't hear them, but he moved closer. They both needed to know...and he knew Nyx probably didn't know what to ask.

"I think Rick might be more advanced than you're ready for, mate," his said, setting the expectations for both of them.
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[From here]

"We can try," he assured him.

He truly didn't expect anything from Max. Want, yes. Expect, not at all.

He set the music to a night playlist before he offered Max his hand to take him to the bedroom. Everything in the flat was an antique of some sort.

Except his bed.

Hex's bed was top quality. It was the nicest thing he'd probably ever own. And on nights after bad fights, it was the only place he wanted to be.

He stopped at the edge of the bed and rested a hand lightly on Max's waist.

"Would it be alright to kiss you?" he asked.
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It was after midnight and outside there was a miserable rain, too hot to be refreshing. Hex sat inside the People's Med Center 1, a free clinic for folks without credits, or perhaps some legal reason they couldn't go to the actual Hospital, and once in a while a genuine emergency. Tonight he'd seen a woman who's baby had a bad cough and a man whose implant had gotten infected. It was black market, of course.

Hex had helped them both, then settled into his chair behind the desk to wait and watch the old CRT TV hooked to an ancient VCR. The phone was a corded landline. Even the computer they kept records on was a dinosaur.

The Center was set up that wa in purpose. Most people, the ones that knew it existed at all, assumed they lacked funding. The funding wasn't the issue. Security was the issue.

They'd been thrilled to have Hex come aboard. The field medic knew how to do most anything with the lowest tech possible. And he liked doing it. Helping people without options was something he could do in a world where he saw so much wrong in the system.
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Business at the inn was steady. Travelers and merchants alike stopped in to spend some coin and sleep in peace on their way through the realm. The tavern was always busy and boisterous, the whole place bustling with activity.

Hex had only just come back from the market in the next harbor town. A quick boat trip around the peninsula had him buying ingredients that were much harder to come by in Great Harbor.

He could be found in his private room where he brewed potions and spoke with people who needed his talents.

A small girl's arm reached in, waved, and then pulled the curtain back. Hannah was just ten and Hex called her his firecracker. At a young age, she considered herself an equal to any of the staff.

"You've got another one, Hex," she said, stepping back to reveal a familiar face.

"Eliot," Hex smiled, rising from his seat over a bubbling cauldron. "Come in."
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Hex needed to go to Kingsburgh to help a friend. He'd let Nyx know about the little holiday, then packed his things and set up Sally and Mark.

"You'll need mittens," he told Nyx, fussing over him. "And a hat. The ride will be cold. But when we get there it will be warm and we'll feast. You'll enjoy yourself."

He smiled at that before leading the prince to a wagon loaded with blankets and furs to make the ride as warm as possible. Hex would drive and Nyx could lounge. The ride took nearly all day and the sun was getting low as they neared the end of the road.

As they crested a hill, Hex pulled up the horse to pause for the view.

"It's pretty, isn't it? Look at all the ice on the river," he said to Nyx, motioning for him to come see.

"We'll be there in time for dinner."
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Hex was chatting with the cooper about the barrels he had to send back when he saw Nyx walk in with a familiar face. He was utterly confounded and excused himself to rush over.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed.

Arms flung wide, he pulled Q into a tight hug. Then he took his arms and held him back to look at him.

"It's good to see you," he beamed, but the smile fall and confusion settled back on his brow. "Why are you here? How do you know Nyx?"
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When Hex had returned from the fae lands, he'd been happy as he'd ever been. He hummed happy little songs as he served people in the inn. His spells were especially powerful. He even took the time to make upa couple love potions for no particular reason.

But as the days passed, the joy faded. The world was grey and dull without Nyxx. Hex found himself longing for the nymph. Plotting ways he could get back to him. Ways to call him here.

When he went to bed, he left fresh rainwater on the windowsill in the moonlight with two drops of amorata oil and a bit of lodestone.

Perhaps the spell would bring him.

Hex could only hope.
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The tavern had been busy last night, but they had few rooms full so breakfast was a much more reasonable time of day. A few travelers sat at tables drinking hot pots of tea and cups of chocolate and eating the hearty fare from Mark's kitchen.

Hex delivered a plate to the King's messenger and chatted with him for a while, learning of the troubles with pirates on the north side of the island. It sounded to Hex like the king would be sending troops soon. He'd remember that.

In the middle of the conversation, a young girl from the bakery came in with her hand wrapped in a wet bit of cloth.

"Master Hex," she called and he rushed to her to see to her burn. There were doctors, of course, but Hex's salves and balms were in high demand with the people of the town. He treated her there in the tavern, smoothing the silver, herbs, and tallow into her skin.

And then a fae came in and Hex couldn't tear his eyes off him. He'd seen plenty of fae, but he'd never seen anyone like this. For a moment his feet were glued to the floor, his mouth a bit dry. When he finally could move, he headed straight for the new guest.

"Welcome to the Broom and Cat," he smiled warmly. "In need of a room?"

Nyx

Oct. 28th, 2022 02:44 pm
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He'd thought he was alright with this. Being mates. Being lovers. He'd thought he would be alright.

But he missed Nyx. Even when they were together, even when they were in bed, it felt like something was gone.

He knew what it was. Nyx didn't want him to be his Keeper. His heart had broken a bit, and it still ached.

Another miserable day at work, another miserable dinner.

Hex was laying in bed, wide awake, lost in worry, when Nyx came in. Before the Nymph could even put his things down, Hex sat up.

"I need to be your Keeper again," he said plainly.

"What do I need to do to get you to come back?" followed, much more tenderly.

Nyx

Oct. 10th, 2022 05:23 pm
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Sometimes doing what he did was exciting. Out on patrol it was always exciting. Exciting didn't mean good, but exciting nonetheless. Things were less exciting staying in the med bay. Sometimes legitimately boring.

But not today.

Hex came into their room having taken a shower and picked up dinner. His hair was done and his clothes clean. None of which distracted from how swollen and tender his jaw was. He was swollen up to his eye. It had already begun to discolour.

"You won't believe what happened today," he said, ever cheerful as he came in.

Nyx

Sep. 29th, 2022 08:17 am
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Hex had been out on patrol. Today one of the boys had gotten a nasty cut on some metal, but Hex had patched him up.

But he hadn't taken his shower yet. He'd decided he was too tired. He sat in the comfortable chair and flipped though a comic he'd found to pass the time.

Maybe Nyx would want to join him. He smiled at the thought. But as he waited, he dozed off, the comic open in his lap.

Nyx

Aug. 26th, 2022 06:26 pm
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Nyx was trading more than ever. That didn't bother Hex so much. Not really. But...a lot of that time was with Bond.

He wasn't jealous...but he was worried. He was certain he was doing a terrible job of being a keeper. He didn't know what he was doing- he was stumbling through it.

But Bond. Bond was commanding. Intimidating. Bond would probably be a way better keeper than him. A lifetime of insecurity had him certain he was going to lose Nyx altogether.

Hex sat in an insanely comfortable chair...that Bond had gifted Nyx...and read a comic as he waited for his nymph to come home from the kitchen.

Kersen

Aug. 14th, 2022 08:04 pm
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As a medic, Hex went out with different units, day and night. It was Sunday and Nyx was with Bond for the night, so Hex had volunteered for an extra patrol. He wanted an honest to god bath and that was going to be expensive.

He was dressed in his uniform, such that it was, with his medic pack on his back and a rifle in his hands. The group had set out just after dusk. Tonight's mission was raiders and supplies. Supplies could be difficult in the dark. And raiders were becoming a promlem farther and farther away.

Part of the unit had broken off to find some wood for a fire. That left Hex, two other blokes, and Kersen.

And then shots hang out and the 4 of them took cover.

"Who the fuck is that at this hour?" Matty asked.

"Raiders, dumbass," replied Mark.

"Everyone else is going to come back to an ambush," Hex said. "We've got to take care of them."

He looked at Kersen. This was what he'd been told was the point of the vampire.

"Well?" he asked. "I'll cover you."
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They'd come to the stadium, Hex ready for a fight. Guards with guns stopped them, but after a bit of conversation and some chatter on the radio, they were let inside and then escorted to an area where a vicious looking woman assigned them a space and took all the information of what skills they could offer the group.

Hex was welcome and put to work in the med center immediately. Nyx was assigned kitchen duty since he could purify water. After a week they fell into the routine of life here and it wasn't bad. The people were kind, the soldiers less so. But there was peace and community.

It was safe.

Hex had been approached by several people asking about Nyx. He was terribly protective. He also knew what value Nyx had and sometimes he would trade the nymph. An hour. A night. And they never wanted for anything.

And then, one morning before the med center or the kitchen, there was a knock on their door. Hex answered and a soldier delivered him a note. He read it, then looked at Nyx.

"It's an invitation," he said.

Nyx

Jul. 25th, 2022 07:24 pm
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THe storms were getting worse. More rain, more frequently, and all acrid and poisoned. There were days they didn't leave their home. Today was one of those days. THey had plenty of food, plenty to drink, and other comforts that would stay behind when they moved on.

"Nyx, I was thinking..." he began cautiously.

Corbin

Jul. 12th, 2022 05:37 pm
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Hex's new position had eaten his time. Every single chance he got, he spent time with Corbin. He texted when he could, but life in general was keeping them apart most evenings.

There was a new club opening and they'd invited a few VIPs, Corbin among those. Hex had made certain to free up the time and cleaned up for it. He wore a dark plum suit, black shirt and a brocade waistcoat. He had a couple of his buttons undone. He'd taken the tube to Corbin's and they'd take the car from there, they'd agreed.

Every time he got to see him any more, it was like he could actually breathe. He had plenty of mates, but there was just something about Corbin. Something magnetic. Hex had never felt so at home around anyone like this before.

He knocked, his stomach fluttering in anticipation.
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Hex had a bottle of pills. He'd done the right paperwork to get them, then had promptly lost it. He hated doing this. Hated it. But House couldn't get by without them, and he was always on top of his job.

So Hex had a bottle of pills in his pocket and he wandered up to Diagnostics after his shift.

He could see House through the glass, talking to Dr. Cameron. He waited until she was gone, sure House had seen him lingering.
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There had been an accident on a construction site. Trauma had been busy all afternoon and while they'd saved some, they lost some, too. Overall, it had been a rough day.

So when he got off, Hex went to Corbin's and stepped out on the balcony to have a beer and try to shed all that stress before Corbin got home.

He sat in a chair and watched the city lights. It was beautiful here. It felt more like home than his own flat. He got lost in a fantasy of playing house with Corbin. Thoughts of Christmas. Quiet nights in...

With the glass door closed, he didn't hear Corbin come in.
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