Okay. Okay that's... not better but means he doesn't have to hunt down some asshole to murder them for damn near strangling his king. Fucking fairies, troublesome little shits.
And what's worse? He knows the clover was weird. He noticed it immediately. That's why he was so quick to grab Noctis and run. Not that it matters because he hardly hears anything Noctis says past that name.
Nyx tenses instantly, the hand on Noct's hair pulling him in harder, what had been soft kisses to his temple abruptly shifting as Nyx bares his teeth. His other arm curls tighter around Noctis, fingers sliding up under his shirt a little so he can dig his fingers into warm flesh as though he needs to feel him to reassure himself that he's still here and okay.
"What?" It's low and soft, disbelieving and horrified and there's a shaky hint of desperation in that one word as though he's genuinely hoping he's somehow misunderstood. That Noctis will say he misheard or it's a stupid joke or-
anything but that monster putting his hands on Noctis and this fucking place and the godsforsaken fairies forcing his king into allowing him to-
"Protected you?" He finally echoes back, volume gradually rising from horror-stricken to outrage. "Protected you?!?! From what? From himself? What he didn't fucking kill you so that makes it okay!? HE COULD HAVE!"
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And what's worse? He knows the clover was weird. He noticed it immediately. That's why he was so quick to grab Noctis and run. Not that it matters because he hardly hears anything Noctis says past that name.
Nyx tenses instantly, the hand on Noct's hair pulling him in harder, what had been soft kisses to his temple abruptly shifting as Nyx bares his teeth. His other arm curls tighter around Noctis, fingers sliding up under his shirt a little so he can dig his fingers into warm flesh as though he needs to feel him to reassure himself that he's still here and okay.
"What?" It's low and soft, disbelieving and horrified and there's a shaky hint of desperation in that one word as though he's genuinely hoping he's somehow misunderstood. That Noctis will say he misheard or it's a stupid joke or-
anything but that monster putting his hands on Noctis and this fucking place and the godsforsaken fairies forcing his king into allowing him to-
"Protected you?" He finally echoes back, volume gradually rising from horror-stricken to outrage. "Protected you?!?! From what? From himself? What he didn't fucking kill you so that makes it okay!? HE COULD HAVE!"