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[sirnyxalot]

 Because sometimes captchas suck, and sometimes we just wanna have a good time where few people can see it.

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for Puller

[sirnyxalot]

(Continued from here)

Better get used to it. It's where you belong.

[Nyx is coming up the walk towards Gladio's door. He stopped to grab Actual Coffee on the way, so he's got a drink tray and a bag in either hand. Rather than shift things to knock, he lifts a foot to kick (mostly gently) on the door.]

[puller]

We'll see about that.

[Gladio grunts, getting up from his very comfortable position on his couch, to open the door, surprised to see Nyx carrying so much.]

Wow, you came prepared.

[sirnyxalot]

Can't let you find out that I'm just using you for your booze.

[He holds up the tray, offering the nearest coffee to him.]

Wasn't sure what you liked so I just got the froofiest thing on the menu.

[Which was only a partial lie. He did his best to guess the other man's tastes.]

for mumistheword

[sirnyxalot]

(Continued from here)

I'll leave the door unlocked for you

[And even pick up his clutter while he waits.]

[mumistheword]

[ It's okay, Ignis is the one who is very good at cleaning, he can take over once he gets there.

Which he does. After he passes by to get some industrial-strength cleaning supplies.

He tilts his head a little on coming in, standing by the door for a long moment. ]

I have seen worse, I suppose.

[sirnyxalot]

I hope you're not saying that my place has been worse, because I am offended and appalled.

[There's a high strain in his voice as he sideeyes the old mold spot on his wall. Had it grown bigger?]

[mumistheword]

... no, of course not. Your place is very much presentable at any time.

[ Oh, he catches that look at the mold spot. Takes out a specific spray from the bag he came in with and uses it on that spot, and a few more of the more prominently molded areas. There's immediate sharply citrus scent which cuts through the heavy air. ]

Do you think we can open a window without it falling apart?

[sirnyxalot]

It's probably been through worse.

[Nyx climbs up onto his bed to elbow the window open. It sticks a little, but he leans into it until its squeals in protest and slides open the rest of the way.

He's quiet for a moment.]

....thanks. For doing this. I'd never have been able to get it cleaned up in time for my next patrol.

[mumistheword]

[ Ignis shoots him a startled look. Then he turns back to the cleaning, still breathing shallowly until the fresher air from the street starts rarefying the chemicals around him. ]

You are welcome. It is... much better when you can come back to your own home being welcoming, not a mess, after all.

[ He is doing it on principle. Really. And how warm his voice is with the first three words has no meaning whatsoever.

(Spoiler: this has already been more than he's thought he'd get. The tips of his ears might be darkening just a little. Only a bit.) ]

for mumistheword

[sirnyxalot]

(Continued from here.)

[Look, he wasn't going to just assume after Ignis left. People didn't usually come back.]

We ship out next week. It doesn't give us a very big window.

[mumistheword]

But it does leave us some.

Should I try my hand on Galahdian cuisine, or leave that as something for you to look forward to when you get back?

[ Some people do not get back on their promises even a little. ]

[sirnyxalot]

It'd be hell of a thing to come home to. Gives you some time to practice.

[Looking forward to home. That's...something.]

[mumistheword]

[ See, Ignis used 'get back' instead of 'come home' on purpose, because he knows, oh, he knows how complicated that latter phrase is.

Then Nyx goes for it, anyway, and a part of Ignis warms up with the choice of words. Perhaps it's not as deliberate as his own, but... well. He won't put it past Nyx Ulric for it to have been on purpose. And the effect is amazing, either way. ]

So. Let us tentatively put in Sunday, and see what we come up with by that point?

[sirnyxalot]

[It's hard to get rid of Nyx once you have him. (Or rather it's very easy but only in one very specific way) Unfortunately Nyx doesn't know how to acknowledge this. It was one time, possibly two, but what they're doing isn't really classified anywhere that Nyx is familiar with. It's a hell of a lot more than casual sex, but not quite attachment?

He doesn't really question his own choices until long after he's made them anyway.]

Sunday. It's a deal.

[He most certainly typed 'date' first and then had to backpedal because that's not what this is. He thinks.]

[mumistheword]

[ Not questioning them is probably for the better. Not that Ignis has avoided questioning them for himself, but... he can see no harm in this. And if the trend continues, then they will talk. And figure something out that works for both of them.

The awareness that Nyx might not come back, and Sunday may be the very last time he ever lays his eyes on the man doesn't go over Ignis's head, either.

But he will take it, and face the pain, should that transpire, when it comes to be. Pain and loss are not things that can be exactly avoided. ]

I am very much looking forward to it, then.

for Cecil

[sirnyxalot]

(from: here.)

[There's a couple minutes before he replies with:

Are we?

[He knows it was probably just an offhand comment, not meant to be studied closely, but the very idea strikes him like thunder.

He loves her now, regardless of the original reason he was sent here, and it's true that they're not being very...careful. Could he be a father in this war? Would the people even accept an heir of his blood? Married or not he wasn't sure they saw him as anything more than a strategic hostage.

Cecil say him differently. Say him. Did she want children? They've never brought it up before. Was a child even part of their equation?]

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[proteusmoon]

[ The answer Cecil receives is not at all one she was expecting; she expected him to laugh it off, her jest originally made carelessly and thoughtlessly. But in all seriousness, perhaps unconsciously she had made the joke with a kernel of hope nestled between her words. Did she want children? Yes, she always had and there was a time in her life where she didn’t think she ever would have the chance. Recently, she had thought that time had returned, resolving to never bear children for any mate her aristocratic masters would force on her, no matter how hard they tightened the collar around her throat. She swore she would do nothing to help prolong their reign of power over Baron, including giving them an heir with Lunarian blood.

But... she also was not expecting someone like Nyx Ulric to fall into the equation. Nyx wasn’t chosen by her enemies. Regis chose him. And despite all odds, she did feel now that Nyx had genuinely chose her— chose to support her and chose to love her. He does love her, didn’t he? She knows without a doubt that she loves him. He would be a good father, one who would help her protect any children they had together from being used as pawns, and if he was seriously asking her now if they really are trying for a pregnancy, then... he must think so too? ]

I had not thought about it. I have not thought of having a family of my own in... quite some time.

[ The truth is, if Nyx wanted her to, she would give him children. It would be the easiest decision she’s ever made. Even with the war, she would do it without another thought. They never really can know when one of them might have their life prematurely shortened, permanently, and she knows she would regret letting fear and their enemies keep them from having a full life together wherever it was in their power to experience one. Yes, she wanted children. She wanted children with Nyx. ]

Do you want to?

[sirnyxalot]

I hadn't thought about it in a long time.

[This would probably be a better conversation had in person. Something to bring up again when he gets home.]

Galahd was always big on family. Before the war got really bad I always figured I'd be just like my mom. Get married, have a few kids, and work at the bar until I got old.

[Like his mom. Not his dad, who enlisted and never came home. Guess which one he actually became as an adult.]

[proteusmoon]

Neither had I.

But you can still have that life, Nyx. With me. If it is what you want.

[sirnyxalot]

[He would never have asked...]

I do. More than I can even put words to.

If I'm going to end up surviving this war then I want to live. As much as I can. With you.

For Naptis

[sirnyxalot]

(From here.)

[He waves it off, biting right into his like some kind of ice cream heathen.]

I'm not going to nag your nanny for 20 gil. I promise.

[He'd be sorry for the term, but where's the lie?]

I don't mind buying you things now and then.

[naptis]

Oh, he'll find out somehow and he'll want to pay you back. To show me about a prince's duty or something like that, yadda yadda.

[He should probably feel a little bit more guilty about how quickly he tunes out when he talks about his duties, and he does on a good day. Thing is, he doesn't have many of those.

He's gonna have fun licking his own ice cream sloooowly thank you very much.]

My dad paying you too much?

[sirnyxalot]

[Well that's intimidating. He can just imagine how that conversation's going to go once Scientia finds out.

He almost misses the next question, distracted with watching Noctis eat.]

Well, that's without question, but I don't get much say in that one.

[naptis]

[Ignis can be pretty damn intimidating, that’s true. Worst part is when he gives Noctis his ‘I’m not mad I’m just disappointed’ look that he somehow does better than Regis himself, but some things are worth it. Like ice cream, especially with Nyx. It makes him feel rebellious, somehow. Like he managed to be a bad influence on the Glaive even though that’s absolutely not what happened.]

That was a joke. I thought you liked those. [He nudges Nyx.] Just meant, why would you spend your money on me and not yourself?

[sirnyxalot]

[He smiles at the nudge.]

What's to spend it on? I cover my rent, food, necessities. My lifestyle doesn't support 'things' all that much. If I don't get to dote on others it'd all go to waste.