Cat and mouse. As though that fucker hadn't already been playing that game for a long time. He has to check himself immediately there, breathing in Noct's scent, letting his steady voice and the proof that he is safe now at least. That's not fair. Noctis had told him that much. No matter how easy it would be to lay everything at the feet of the ~Imperial Chancellor~ it's so so so much more complicated than that. Millennia worth of complications.
honestly, it really was fun, warping around the forest
The worst part is, Nyx knows that. How many times did he and Pel slip away from camp when they were out in the field to just chase each other through the rocky terrain, crashing into each other and skittering away again. Predator and prey. Sometimes Crowe or Libertus would come with them, sometimes others. Almost every time it would end up with him and Pelna pressed in against some rocky cliff face, adrenaline pumping as they devoured each other. One particularly memorable time Pel caught Libs first and by the time he found them Libertus was already snarling impatiently, fingers twisted in Pelna's dark curls.
It's so easy to see how things escalated from something cute and fun and stupid into something charged. The stupid faeries influence only making it that much easier to have rational thought drift away. "You weren't in any position to be consenting to shit." He murmurs but there's a grudging huff in his voice. How different is that from carting Noct off to blow him as soon as he found him? The cake wasn't that strong an influence, he could have put him somewhere safe and denied him until he came to his senses.
It is only a protest, though. Not a demand to stop or a denial of the validity of anything Noct's said so far. He doesn't follow up on it just lets the boy carry on while he pets him and keeps him close and tries to tell himself Noctis is okay.
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honestly, it really was fun, warping around the forest
The worst part is, Nyx knows that. How many times did he and Pel slip away from camp when they were out in the field to just chase each other through the rocky terrain, crashing into each other and skittering away again. Predator and prey. Sometimes Crowe or Libertus would come with them, sometimes others. Almost every time it would end up with him and Pelna pressed in against some rocky cliff face, adrenaline pumping as they devoured each other. One particularly memorable time Pel caught Libs first and by the time he found them Libertus was already snarling impatiently, fingers twisted in Pelna's dark curls.
It's so easy to see how things escalated from something cute and fun and stupid into something charged. The stupid faeries influence only making it that much easier to have rational thought drift away. "You weren't in any position to be consenting to shit." He murmurs but there's a grudging huff in his voice. How different is that from carting Noct off to blow him as soon as he found him? The cake wasn't that strong an influence, he could have put him somewhere safe and denied him until he came to his senses.
It is only a protest, though. Not a demand to stop or a denial of the validity of anything Noct's said so far. He doesn't follow up on it just lets the boy carry on while he pets him and keeps him close and tries to tell himself Noctis is okay.