[Watching the sun rise is definitely the thing to do this morning. Though Nyx isn't entirely sure how he's watching this. No walls in the way, no wreckage, no rumble of destruction settling around him while the city burns.
There's the dull roar of waves, water rushing up to the shore below, a clear view as far as the eye can see. It reminds him of Galahd, sitting on the beach with Selena when she was little, before things started going downhill. Crystalline sea and clear skies and he tips his face up toward the rising sun, waiting for the heat burning, dull and aching through his left side, to consume him now in the light of day.
But it doesn't come, time stretches slowly on and Nyx, so certain of his coming death, hadn't paid any mind to the voice behind him at first. What threat could any mortal hold over him like this. On death's doorstep with the power of Kings rushing through him.
But he's here, he's still alive, the ocean view is not some sort of final mercy of the Kings. So he turns to look at the person behind him. Pale eyes go wide and he grits his teeth as he takes in the sight before him.
Perhaps this is why they've gifted him more time.
He's on his feet in a moment, jaw clenched hard, body aching with the strain of so much abuse and so very much magic that he's not built to endure.]
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There's the dull roar of waves, water rushing up to the shore below, a clear view as far as the eye can see. It reminds him of Galahd, sitting on the beach with Selena when she was little, before things started going downhill. Crystalline sea and clear skies and he tips his face up toward the rising sun, waiting for the heat burning, dull and aching through his left side, to consume him now in the light of day.
But it doesn't come, time stretches slowly on and Nyx, so certain of his coming death, hadn't paid any mind to the voice behind him at first. What threat could any mortal hold over him like this. On death's doorstep with the power of Kings rushing through him.
But he's here, he's still alive, the ocean view is not some sort of final mercy of the Kings. So he turns to look at the person behind him. Pale eyes go wide and he grits his teeth as he takes in the sight before him.
Perhaps this is why they've gifted him more time.
He's on his feet in a moment, jaw clenched hard, body aching with the strain of so much abuse and so very much magic that he's not built to endure.]
Didn't expect the Chancellor himself.
[Bemused and exasperated in equal measure.]