Pairings:Gen (Stand alone but can be read as in universe for Sunshine & Madness which is nyx/noct. Piece is gen/no ref to the ship at all.)
Rating:G
“Nyx,” Crowe whined, drawing out the syllable of his name to a truly absurd length.
Nyx resolutely flipped another page in the latest of the unofficial book club of bad romance novels. This one had a dashing Glaive on the cover; coat open, shirt torn to reveal impressive abs, and with an artful splash of blood. It was amazing in the way only true trash could be.
“Nyxy Nyx Nyx,” Crowe tried again, draping herself over the back of the couch to his left. Her curls spilled over the scuffed and worn leather of the cushion as she looked at him with her best doe eyes (slightly hindered by being upside down).
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Pairings:Gen (Stand alone but can be read as in universe for Sunshine & Madness which is nyx/noct. Piece is gen/no ref to the ship at all.)
Rating:G
“Nyx,” Crowe whined, drawing out the syllable of his name to a truly absurd length.
Nyx resolutely flipped another page in the latest of the unofficial book club of bad romance novels. This one had a dashing Glaive on the cover; coat open, shirt torn to reveal impressive abs, and with an artful splash of blood. It was amazing in the way only true trash could be.
“Nyxy Nyx Nyx,” Crowe tried again, draping herself over the back of the couch to his left. Her curls spilled over the scuffed and worn leather of the cushion as she looked at him with her best doe eyes (slightly hindered by being upside down).
“No.”
“Ah- you mean yes. Yes, Nyx.”
“No, Crowe.”
“Yes, Crowe,” she corrected firmly, like she was addressing the gaggle of mages that served under her command. Nyx rolled his eyes at the tone. It might work on the new maglets, impressed at Crowe’s power and skill, but it didn’t do much good on a fellow lieutenant who’d grown up with her. She huffed out a breath and let herself practically ooze down the couch till she had poured into the seat; one leg over the arm, one foot was on the ground, and her head rested on Nyx’s thigh. “Why are you fighting this- you know you’d have fun.”
“We camp all the time, Crowe,” he pointed out, and finally closed the book to pay attention to her.
“That’s not camping, that’s bedding down hoping no one tries to kill us in the night. I want camping- like we used to do, you know, before.”
Nyx’s whole face softened at that. Gently, he pointed out: “There’s no jungles here, fledgling. It’s not going to be the same.”
“No, I know,” Crowe said, voice pitched quiet as she avoided Nyx’s too knowing gaze. “But we can still go to a forest, find a nice spot by a lake, and camp. I’ll fish with Oriens and Libs can bitch about having to light a fire while Pelna makes fun of him and you set up the tents and… and we can just… you know.”
Reaching out, Nyx carded gentle fingers through Crowe’s hair. Yeah, he knew. They could just relax and take a moment to breathe air not trapped under a glowing dome and pretend, just for a little while, that they weren’t soldiers fighting a horrible war for good reasons.
“You’ll have to help everyone plan cover for their duties with the Glaive,” Nyx said after a long pause. Crowe stilled under his hand. “And if you’re handling fishing you’ll have to handle all the food prep too.”
Crowe scrambled up, twisting to look at Nyx with wide eyes. “Really, we can?”
“And you’ll have to clear us borrowing equipment to use or give me and Libs time to find stuff to use-”
“We can borrow tents and bedrolls for sure,” she said, lunging across the coffee table to grab at her phone. She rested her elbows on the stained wood, stretched out like a coeurl as she flicked open an app to type out notes in.
“We’ll need the fishing gear-”
“Right and a small wood ax and things for cooking… a few pans and I’ll have to put together spices- Libs!”
“What?” Libertus shouted back from where he was in the kitchen.
“I’m going to steal spices!”
“Why are you going to steal spices?” he asked, walking out with the tray of tea.
Crowe looked up with a smile that stretched across her face. “Nyx said yes!”
Libers snorted, and shot Nyx a look from the corner of his eyes as he sat down heavily into his arm chair, cup in hand. “You’re a fucking pushover.”
Nyx shrugged and watched as Crowe lept up off her perch to bounce into Libertus’ kitchen and start rooting around in his spice cabinet. She talked to herself about the packing list the whole way. Nyx watched how she moved through the small space. The heavy weight tension she’d been carrying the last few weeks in her shoulders was gone. Hiding a smile behind the cup he grabbed, Nyx admitted, “Yeah, maybe I am.”
