“Oh fuck,” Nyx says, blurry-eyed and slurred. “Lib. Libertus. Libby.”
Libertus hitches Nyx’s arm over his shoulder more securely with a sigh. “I thought I told you not to call me that, Nyx.”
Nyx squints at him, and then stumbles because he doesn’t look where he’s going. Libertus has to halt and haul him up with an arm wrapped around his face; he’s assaulted by the reek of whisky.
“You’re such a lightweight,” he accuses, although somehow it comes out fond.
“I am not,” Nyx says with as much dignity as he can muster when he’s three sheets to the wind, which isn’t much. “You are just. Really, really good at drinking, Libs.”
And he was doing so well, too, enunciating perfectly until his name.
“Libertus,” Libertus says. “I know you know it.”
Nyx shoots him a sly grin, wild and fey, the same grin that first drew Libertus to him when they were both just snot-nosed kids. Libertus feels a pang somewhere behind his stomach and ignores it fiercely.
“I do know,” Nyx says. He leans in to nuzzle at Libertus’ cheek and stumbles again. “Whoah.”
“You’re a disaster.”
“But I’m your disaster,” Nyx says, and so help him, he’s completely right.
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SUPER SHORT, this prompt deserves more I'm sorry D:
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minifill: night out (1/1), nyx/libertus, drinking
Date: 2017-02-07 04:39 pm (UTC)Libertus hitches Nyx’s arm over his shoulder more securely with a sigh. “I thought I told you not to call me that, Nyx.”
Nyx squints at him, and then stumbles because he doesn’t look where he’s going. Libertus has to halt and haul him up with an arm wrapped around his face; he’s assaulted by the reek of whisky.
“You’re such a lightweight,” he accuses, although somehow it comes out fond.
“I am not,” Nyx says with as much dignity as he can muster when he’s three sheets to the wind, which isn’t much. “You are just. Really, really good at drinking, Libs.”
And he was doing so well, too, enunciating perfectly until his name.
“Libertus,” Libertus says. “I know you know it.”
Nyx shoots him a sly grin, wild and fey, the same grin that first drew Libertus to him when they were both just snot-nosed kids. Libertus feels a pang somewhere behind his stomach and ignores it fiercely.
“I do know,” Nyx says. He leans in to nuzzle at Libertus’ cheek and stumbles again. “Whoah.”
“You’re a disaster.”
“But I’m your disaster,” Nyx says, and so help him, he’s completely right.
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SUPER SHORT, this prompt deserves more I'm sorry D: