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Nyx Ulric (insomniashero) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-09-14 22:04:00

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lunafreya nox fleuret, nyx ulric

WHO: Nyx Ulric and Lunafreya Nox Fleuret.
WHEN: Saturday after this.
WHERE: Near the fountain in the town center.
WHAT: Nyx rescues his princess.
RATING: TBD, likely low.

Nyx sprinted. Not ran. Not jogged. He sprinted. He was in his room with Carbuncle relaxing when he opted to poke around on the network and saw that fated post from someone he thought was gone from his life. He left in such a hurry, he wore only the simple black pants that he always wore and black t-shirt. The one person that he thought he'd never see again. The one person that drove him insane with her ideals and her stubbornness. Lunafreya was here in Starklandia. She was here, and she wasn't supposed to be. Her destiny was to help Noctis achieve the end goal. Save the world and defeat the travesties brought onto the world brought on by Niflheim and more.

She was not supposed to be here.

Nyx took his turns from his house at full speed on foot, for when he rounded into the courtyard of the town and saw the blonde woman he skidded to a stop. His blues landing on the princess ripped all his breath from his chest. The way she held herself, the gaze in her eyes - her face. She was exactly as he remembered her from the last time he saw her. On that fateful night. When her face turned towards to see him he let his eyes lock with hers. She was here, and Nyx felt his knees weaken. Just as his face showed the raw emotion on seeing her, it hardened hiding the deeper feelings, and the soldier and Glaive she knew was formed up in his walls.

"Princess." His voice was raspy as if he was unsure yet if it was her. "What.. what is the last thing you remember?" This was likely going to be a jarring experience for the woman.

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lunafreyanox
2019-09-17 06:08 pm UTC (link)

He knew, he had to have known. The way he tugged her hands back into his, how he changed the tone of his voice to distract her from maudlin thoughts. He knew what she was thinking of, how she fell into that dark memory. His words, his touch, drew her back out of it, and she released a shaky breath in gratitude.

"Thank you," she said, again, to all of it. Her smile this time managed to be warm again, collected, just as she always was. New clothes, and she could set aside the dress, the memory of it. He released her hands, stepping back, and Lunafreya curled that remaining warmth from his grasp into her palms, her fingers closing around it like she could keep the sensation. She could do this. She'd handled so, so much more.

The door closed behind him with a faint click, and she took a deep, fortifying breath. Left alone to explore, and to change, she moved through the space, touching the newspaper clippings on the small board. Lucis Withdraws, said one headline. Niflheim Attack on Galahd. Pictures, of him and the other Glaives. A child's drawing. A letter. A picture of a family, and near that, an older woman with a younger one. His sister? Lunafreya let her fingers drop, feeling intrusive suddenly, a foreign witness to his private pain. Other than the board, there was little. An incense burner next to the board. A table, chairs, a small vidscreen, a couch. His bed, sheets rumpled. Sh walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling so tired. As if once freed of the coiled energy he gave off, she gave in to the emotional toll. Eos was gone. Noctis, the others, her brother....far away from here. Safe, she knew. She told herself, safe. She'd seen Noctis survive, saw him with the ring, the power of the awakened gods. But this was so far beyond her scope of understanding. The absence of the power inside her felt like a wound, as if Ardyn had carved out the connection from her body.

She picked up Nyx's pillow, hugging it to her for something to hold. His scent permeated it, and she buried her face there for a moment, just breathing and trying to let her jumbled thoughts settle. It felt comforting, as if she could be protected by just the scent of him, even when he was not there. She'd traveled alone for months, curing the Starscourge and talking to the people and doing everything she could to help bring the prophecy about. Now, she had only herself and Nyx.

She couldn't rest, not yet, not while she still wore the torn dress, the reminder. Now that the memory rose up, she couldn't banish it until she took off the white material, until she escaped it. Standing again, she left the pillow there and walked over to the closet. A lower drawer yielded up a black t-shirt, the front decorated by a silvery emblem she didn't recognize. Peeling off the dress and her shoes, she slid the shirt over her head and tugged it into place. He wasn't going to have any pants that she could wear, but the shirt was long enough on her that she didn't care about that right now, grateful to be out of the stiff dress. Like the pillow, it smelled of him, and the material was soft. She hugged herself a moment, glad for it, glad for the comfort, and then opened the tall door of the closet.

(to be continued)

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