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Nyx may not feel like he's fixing anything, but his care and his concern matter to Noctis. He knows what it sounds like when someone is angry because they're frightened and worried - every time he and Gladio had a serious fight, it was usually over something exactly like that. And knowing Nyx cares about him this much makes Noctis feel just as safe with Nyx as he did with his Shield.

...where is Gladio now? Is he alive? Is he still out there, waiting for Noctis to return from a Crystal he's already left behind, or is he...no, Noctis refuses to entertain anything else. Of course the guys are all still alive and waiting for him. Nothing else could be true.

"No, it...it wasn't like that." It feels wrong to be defending Ardyn, but he can't deny what happened. How is he going to explain it to Nyx, though? "He, uh...something was trying to take control of him. He knew he would have hurt me if he'd stuck around so...he held it off long enough to get out of there." The very short version, he supposes, but he doubts including any of the detail would really help anyway.

Oh, but all this affection feels so good. So calming and warm. He glances down at the pendant when Nyx taps on it, but instead of materializing, Carbuncle just texts them both.

I'm sorry, Nyx. :( The fairies wanted everyone to play a game that would inspire peaceful interactions, so I thought it would be okay. It was the rope that decided on how to play...

"Don't tell me the fucking fairies are trying to possess people now." Snarled lowly but there's a helpless kind of tension in Nyx's hold on Noctis, enough so that now, talking about it and having the confirmation that Noctis is okay the anger and frustration have him nearly shaking with the need to do something about it.

At least picking his phone up off the coffee table is an action. Something to do with his hands. Then he's rolling his eyes and glancing back towards Noct's necklace. "Yeah, bud, anytime the fairies are involved nothing is okay."

"Can't really say he would have hurt you. He did hurt you. You might've been too out of it to care but you don't fucking do that to someone." He scoffs, squeezing Noct again and trading his phone for the tea. "Not unless you want them dead. It'll help your throat." He holds it in his hand to warm it slightly before pressing it into Noctis' hands.

Noctis wishes he could do something to soothe Nyx's frustration, but he can't think of a thing. Telling him who it was would only make it ten times worse, he's sure.

Carbuncle is too chagrined to reply, so no further texts arrive.

"Yeah...he was affected by the clover, too, though, so I can't really hold a grudge." For this, anyway. He takes the teacup in both hands and sips at the tea. "...oh, that feels really good. Thanks."

Noctis can do something to soothe Nyx. He is doing something. Letting Nyx fuss and hold him and kiss his hair, his cheek, nuzzle into his shoulder almost like a big cat aggressively scent marking their mate. It as much soothing as he can get. The fact that Noctis hasn't said who it was yet makes Nyx thing he doesn't even know the guy either. Not too surprising with how new Noctis is to the simulation.

"There's stew too but make sure you can swallow that alright before you try something heavier."

Noctis would be glad to know that just being here with Nyx and letting him take care of him was helping, although it's helping Noctis too, enough that he wouldn't want Nyx to stop anyway.

...except maybe this part. "What, come on, I can eat stew. I'm hungry and it smells so good."

"Shoulda thought about that before you gave me a godsdamned heart attack." A huffy complaint that's not really genuine, just griping about something that wasn't really Noct's fault because he doesn't like being scared, dammit.

"You don't... have any clue who this guy was, do you?" He's resigned himself to it but he can't help asking. Maybe with a decent description, Nyx can figure it out? "And what'd it mean by the rope that decided on how to play?"

"Maybe then you can have some stew." Okay now he's just being an ass.

"Pfff," is Noctis' only response to that griping.

Ah, yeah, that's the question Noctis was hoping Nyx wouldn't ask. Because he can't just lie. Even if he were any good at it, which he isn't, it wouldn't be right. Nyx deserves so much more than that. But at least he can answer the second question first.

"The rope had fairy magic, it was enchanted to do things on its own. So when I didn't answer a question straightforwardly enough, it..." He gestures slightly toward his throat.

"As for who it was..." He sighs. "It...was Ardyn. I know, I know, but the clover had us both acting weird and...for once, it wasn't his fault. Like I said, he actually protected me."

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!"

Noctis knew Nyx wouldn't take it well. Obviously. Still, the intensity of his reaction is a little overwhelming. The only thing that keeps Noct from flashing back too hard to Gladio on the train is the fact that Nyx is holding him closer, not pushing him away.

"I KNOW!" Oh, he shouldn't have yelled. A brief coughing fit interrupts him, and he stops to drink several long sips from the teacup. Better.

"...I know," he says, much more quietly but with no less force behind it. "You really think I don't know that? ...just...let me start from the beginning, okay?"

Noctis snaps and Nyx just pulls him more fully into his lap, the hand in his hair starts smoothing over those soft raven dark locks. He wants to soothe him more, especially with how much that coughing fit must hurt but he can't imagine how hard this must be for Noctis. He wants to know. Needs to know what happened and what he needs to punish Ardyn for but he doesn't want to force Noctis to relive something so horrific either.

"Shhhh.... I'm sorry." Murmured weakly into his hair. What sort of glaive is he if he's allowed something like this to happen when he's the only defense Noctis has here? He should never have left Noct alone. Which is impractical and he knows that but how can he not blame himself after this?

If Noctis weren't so tired and drained, he'd probably have pushed himself away from Nyx by now just to clear his head. He's really not used to this. Sure, Ignis fussed over him a lot, but it wasn't like this, soft and affectionate and...loving.

As it is, he stays right here in Nyx's arms and lets those soothing gestures calm him down a bit, taking a breath and letting it out. "I didn't even know fairies existed until I wandered into that field. Thought they were moogles or something at first. You must've felt it, right? Everything felt distant and unimportant except staying there and having fun. So they gave me a weird hat and I played with them for a while, just dumb shit like dancing and running around. Got tired, took a nap under a tree. ...Ardyn woke me up. He had the magic rope the fairies gave him, and I guess that and the hat were enchanted so I'd want him to chase me around and he'd want to catch me."

He pauses for a sip or two of tea, realizing how incredibly stupid this story sounds. "Turns out he can warp, too, and...honestly, it really was fun, warping around the forest just for its own sake. But uh, doing it tires me out faster than it does him, so he caught me. All he did was toss the rope like a lasso and it...did its thing by itself, but that was just wrapping around me normally."

His brow furrows as he remembers the next part - the first unexpected behavior out of the chancellor. "We were mid-warp when he did it, so I fell, and he...used some kind of shadow power to land first and catch me. He was...weirdly gentle about it. That was twice already that he easily had the opportunity to hurt me and didn't. Uh...that's where it starts getting..." Man, what word can he use here that doesn't sound either worse than it is or totally juvenile?

"...sexy. But it wasn't anything I didn't agree to." He pauses there with that preface, just to see if Nyx has anything to say yet.

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.

"Maybe, but if that's the case, then neither was he." Noctis shrugs, not sure how else to address that question. "He was so...different. Playful, even kind of silly. And...he never really took charge. He asked me what I wanted to do, and I didn't know, so he suggested...uh, y'know, more rope stuff. The - the fun kind." His face flushes slightly.

"But the rope had this other enchantment, where if I wasn't totally honest answering a question, it would get more, uh...restrictive. All he asked me was if I was interested. He did that the whole time, kept...putting the decisions in my hands. Like he was going out of his way not to--well, be himself about it." Noctis thinks back to the way Ardyn had seemed almost awkward when he asked. He has no idea what to make of it.

"I probably should've just said yes, because I was. It might be selfish and crazy, but it felt...really good to just do what I wanted without constantly worrying about the consequences for the whole damn world for once. And...I did want to do it. It was pretty hot." He sighs. "Anyway, instead of just answering the question I stalled for time so I could escape with my dagger and...I dunno, get chased again maybe, and the rope took that as 'dishonesty' and made itself pretty inescapable." He's not sure how much detail exactly Nyx wants, here. "In a...pleasurable but precarious way."

He takes another sip of tea. "That's when he told me if I wanted to stop, he'd let me go right then. Phrased it that way so it wouldn't be a question, I think. But I didn't want to stop. He asked permission to use my dagger to, uh, undress me, and since little stuff like that fixes itself, I went for it. And he said he wouldn't use it on me unless I wanted him to, and I said no, and he stuck to that. He even - the position wasn't great for my back, and he noticed and adjusted it to be easier. It's kind of insane, how...considerate he was."

Everything thus far has been embarrassing enough to talk about, but the rest is only more so. But he has to explain everything to Nyx, so he keeps going. "Mostly after that it was just...y'know, touching and teasing and getting me all riled up. Himself, too." He doesn't think he needs to mention that he found out about a few things he apparently really likes in bed.

"When it was close to the end, he asked me how I wanted to end it, but uh...I couldn't really think of anything," or at all, really, "so I left it to him, and he actually made it...pretty nice."

"Then, uh...he finished first, and apparently letting go like that makes it a lot easier for the Scourge to take him over. But he fought it so he could help me finish, too, and he...he was kissing me when it started to win, and he practically threw himself away from me and used some kind of power to force himself unconscious. So he wouldn't hurt me. His DTF and Carbuncle got me out of there, and then I just...put as much distance between us as I could before I passed out, too."

Oh but it grates against him to hear Noctis talking about Ardyn like this. Like he's just some normal guy, or at least has the capacity to be. It's one thing to know, distantly, intellectually, that he was a victim once too, that all of this is fucked up destiny decided by one twisted deity. But to talk about him like he's less than the face of everything that has weighed on them all over the years... Is it fair? probably not. But it doesn't make it any easier to let go of how much hatred he has.

As much as so many of the others had laid everything at Regis' feet, Drautos especially, Nyx has spent his life getting by doing the opposite. The Empire was responsible for all of it and in the end, though the orders had certainly come from the Emperor himself the man was old and frail and weak. It was his highest commanders that carried out those orders and enforced them. Chancellor Izunia had so often been seen as his right hand, long before he'd come to deliver the demands of the peace treaty even if he hadn't had a face to put to the name.

He didn't want to feel any sympathy for him, to see him as human as others. As the Captain. It was hard enough knowing so many people that had done horrific things so well... and that's without realizing what they were capable of. To offer that kind of understanding and sympathy knowing full well what the man is? What he's done? Laying themselves out on a silver platter to be stabbed in the back again?

Noctis keeps talking and it all sounds so normal. Fucking reasonable, even, given the shit that happens here and he can't stand it. He wants to argue that Ardyn was just manipulating him into letting his guard down but Nyx felt how that field impacted him with only half a step into it. Amani doesn't let people have that sort of autonomy when it starts pulling its tricks.

He's honestly not sure exactly how much of Noctis' recounting he really parses right now, much of it simply filed away to think about later when he doesn't have a delicate young man in his arms. By the time he's finished Nyx is hunched over, his forehead resting on Noctis' shoulder, his mind reeling with more information than he wants, too many uncomfortable things to think about. Noctis genuinely thinking the bastard is attractive foremost among them.

He lets out a slow, shuddering breath, sifting through all of it to find something he can latch onto that isn't.... more humanizing when it's so much easier to just hate.

"What do you mean take him over? It's... a disease." Gods he's seen so many people suffer it, seen more than a few Glaives fall to it even. "He's just... a carrier for it instead of dying to it. Isn't that what you said?"

A practical concern. Information he can justify as safety precautions. Something separate from the more pressing and horrible personal implications of it all.

Noctis isn't at all sure how Nyx is going to take any of this. His guess is 'poorly,' but in what ways he doesn't know. But he didn't want Nyx to be in the dark, or to get the wrong impression of what happened. It's not like Noctis feels great about defending Ardyn Izunia, but he won't condemn someone for things they didn't do, no matter who they are. And he has a responsibility to his Glaive to give him the information he needs to do his job...even if Nyx might not like that information.

Noctis feels the way Nyx is hunched over and the way he's breathing, and he just...doesn't know what else to say. He's glad when the question comes, something concrete to respond to.

"Yeah. On Eos, that's how it works. Here...something seems different. I'm not sure what it is or why it's happening, but we need to find out. Even if only to prepare ourselves for whatever might come down the line." He drinks a bit more of his tea, and at this point the cup's almost empty. Now that the potion's done its work, liquids, at least, seem okay.

"Probably Peace trying to replicate something it doesn't understand.... we saw how great that worked with the Lucii's magic when I showed up still half dead." He scoffs a little shaking his head and he finally looks up at Noctis again, worried but seeming more stable now than he had been when Noctis first said who was responsible.

It says a lot about how Nyx is feeling that he's at least willing to loosen his grip on Noctis to take the teacup and trade it out for the heavy ceramic bowl full of stew. It's sturdy enough stoneware that it's easy enough to send some fire magic to his hands to warm it without risking any damage to the dishware. "Go on.... It's good and if you can talk that much you'll be fine."

Once he hands it over though his hands fall into his lap and, with where Noct is, that means into his lap too. "Are you.... okay, though?" He finally asks after a moment. "If I dunno what to think about this shit you've gotta be way more-" He stops himself, at a loss for words. Conflicted? Weirded out? Fucked up? Feeling like he's going out of his goddamn mind? In the end, he just makes a vague gesture towards his head. "-about it."

"Yeah...wonder if we might be able to just ask it." You know, instead of having to engage Ardyn in conversation.

Noctis takes the bowl and is abruptly reminded of how hungry he is, but he knows he's got to take it slow, so he does his best. The thick stock goes down easily and its warmth feels good. The meat he ends up breaking into slightly smaller pieces with his spoon, but as long as he chews enough, that ends up fine too. ...whatever vegetables are in that bowl, he just sort of...pushes aside. "Mm. It is good. Thank Squall for me."

His brow furrows at the question and he takes a moment to answer, taking another spoonful of stew in the meantime. "I'm..." Fine, is what he would have said to most people. "...not sure how to feel," he admits. "Every other time I've run into him here, he seemed mostly the same as always. More tired, maybe. This was...he was like a completely different person, except...even in the clover, I was still me. So that's gotta mean somewhere deep down, there's more to Ardyn than I thought."

He eats his stew for another minute or so, before he says, "...I hate him, Nyx. I do. Or...I thought I did. I hate the guy back home who's ruined so many lives, who took everything from us. But I can't shake the feeling that the Ardyn here is different, somehow. He's been through ten extra years, he fought the me who actually became the Chosen King and he lost. He finally died, after two thousand years. That's...gotta do something to a person, right?"

Nyx doesn't know Ardyn well enough to even say that he makes himself easy to hate because.... from what he's seen? He's dramatic and obnoxious but he doesn't exude evil or anything.

Not like Glauca did.

"Not gonna lie... Wish there wasn't more to him. Easier to hate him if he's just that asshole." Which is, perhaps, more self-aware than he'd normally be but... there it is. Nyx is quiet for a moment though, thinking, hating what he's thinking but he can't make it go away.

"It does..." He finally says, voice distant, trying to keep himself objective and not tangle things up too much in his head. Stars above he doesn't want to think about it. "Dying... it changes you, your outlook, your priorities. I've done it twice now, probably as close to an expert as you're gonna get." Not that he doesn't think there's probably some world somewhere where someone has died a thousand times or something but the average person doesn't experience that and get to reflect on it after.

"I know for my part... and I think for a lot of people here there's a freedom to it, too. No expectations but... no roles to play either. No destiny to fulfill. If he got to the end of the fucked up saga Bahamut shoved you both in then...." He huffs a sigh, shrugging, gesturing helplessly with one hand. "I dunno maybe he doesn't need to be the bad guy. Fuck if I know." For as contemplative as he's been that last bit if nothing but frustration, not quite anger but some measure of disgust at even letting himself think about it the fucker that hard.

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Noctis gives the slightest mirthless chuckle with a nod. "Yeah...easier to hate. Easier to get angry. But...I've massively screwed up a few times, letting my temper off its leash, and other people suffered for it, so...I've been trying to take a step back, you know? I 'can't just live for myself,' after all. Got a whole world relying on me."

Sometimes these kinds of thoughts come out bitter or resentful, but right now he just sounds thoughtful.

He eats his stew quietly and listens until the moment he pauses with the spoon halfway to his mouth, glancing up to look at Nyx in alarm. "What? What do you mean, you've done it twice?"

No expectations, but...no roles to play either. No destiny to fulfill. "Yeah...that's the impression I got. He just seemed so done."

Nyx frowns, nodding slightly. "Being that angry... shit happens like that." Libertus' words echoing in his head, the rage and pain in his brother's expression as he screamed at him Lucis killed Crowe.

He winces at the way Noctis looks at him then, startled and confused, looking away from the young king. A vague shrug, dismissive as possible and he absolutely pounces on the other statement. "Shit I had to talk to the Lucii for 5 minutes and I was done. He's had to deal with that shit and Bahamut for millennia. I'd be sick of his shit too."

Noctis snorts quietly in amusement, but gives Nyx a pointed look. "Yeah. But don't think you're just gonna get away with ignoring my question."

"Is it that important?" He huffs, rolling his eyes.

"Look, Sikalina needed our help to keep from being lost to darkness. We helped. Most of us made it out fine but more importantly Keeper got to do what they needed to to bring back the light." A pointed look then. Yeah sounds familiar, doesn't it?

"Uh, yeah, it's important??" Noctis puts down his spoon and lowers the bowl into his lap to listen.

It sounds too familiar, and he frowns. "What they needed to. Which was what? And if 'most of you' made it out fine, why didn't you?"

Nyx shakes his head a little, reaching out to push the stew back up, trying to stop Noct from setting it aside. "You need to eat."

But he sighs, exasperated because this was not the point of the conversation. "Keeper is their deity of light. They had to actually get to the darkness deity, talk to them. Find a way to return things to balance. I saw an opening. I took it." Nyx just shrugs, trying to make light of it. Just doing his job.

Noctis sighs and brings the bowl back up to keep eating, but he's still looking at Nyx expectantly.

A deity of light working with one of darkness to find a way to return balance between them. It seems awfully...pointed. Almost too relevant. "Balance," he says thoughtfully. "Wonder if something like that could be possible with Ardyn..."

He makes an 'and?' gesture with his spoon. "You saw an opening, you took it, and...? Nyx, come on, I just sat here and spilled my guts to you. Tell me what happened."




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