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FILL: 12/?, Nyx/Noctis - AU, caught screwing the boss's son

(Anonymous) 2017-02-25 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
In the morning Noct and Nyx weave between each other in the bathroom as they brush their teeth; when they’re done they kiss again, each tasting of mint. This time it’s Noct who pulls away.

“If I take any longer, my dad is going to come up here and find me.”

Nyx eats breakfast -- omelettes this time -- quietly leaning against the kitchen counter, watching Regis and Noct of them bend their heads over a laptop and some files. Noct’s hair is dark and wild, Regis’ salt-and-pepper grey, tamed neatly into a coif; from above they look wildly different, but the way they move their hands and the slope of their noses are the same.

“See you tonight.” Nyx smells the faint trace of Noct’s aftershave as he brushes by him with a faint smile. He smiles back until Crowe walks into the room.

“He’s all yours,” Nyx says, schooling his face into impassivity. Crowe can probably smell impure thoughts.

“Morning, sir,” Crowe says to Regis, and then to Noct, “Mr. Caelum.” When he gets to Nyx, she nods at him. Cold, Crowe, he thinks at her. So cold.

Hessy calls him on his way home.

“I’m at your apartment,” she says when he picks up.

“What?” Suddenly Nyx is wide awake. “Did something happen, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Hessy says. Nyx’s heart thumps in his chest, starting to slow as he breathes in deep. “My apartment sprung a leak, they’re going to be working on it all morning.I figured I’d come visit since you canceled on me.”

“Hessy, I’m working tonight. I was planning to sleep.”

“And you can sleep!” Nyx can practically see her flap her hands at him. “After you spend an hour of time with me, and I’ll even cook you some real food.”

“I can cook,” Nyx protests. It’s for show, and Hessy knows it too.

“You can create sustenance,” Hessy corrects him. “I’ll make you enough leftovers for the week. You can return the favor by coming to visit me sometime.”

Nyx knows when he’s beat. He capitulates and says his goodbyes, lengthening his stride a little. When he walks up his street he notices another foreign car parked under the sweet gum tree, right in front of Hessy’s.

“Nyx!” Hessy says when he enters the building, and hugs him. She smells like mango scented shampoo.

“Hey, Hessy.” Nyx wraps his arms around her before pulling away to get a good look. She’s changed her hair, growing it out to hang in a long braid to the middle of her shoulders with flyaways escaping to frame her face, and it looks like she’s gotten a tan as well. She always did brown faster than Nyx. “Looking good.”

Hessy eyes him critically. “You too, brother mine. Although those bags under your eyes don’t do you any favors.”

Nyx mimes being shot in the heart and she laughs. They make the short trek to Nyx’s apartment and all the way up to pulling pots and pans onto the stove exchanging the usual reunion talk: what have you been up to, a quick lambasting of the latest politician to earn their ire, recommendations of new books and movies.

“But really,” Hessy says, her clear grey eyes intent on his. “How have you been? I know you had your doubts about working for Amicitia.”

“It’s not bad, really,” Nyx says. “The pay is good at least.”

Hessy rolls her eyes. “You and Libertus aren’t getting that much money,” she says.

“Did he tell you that?” Nyx squints at her.

“Of course he did, he actually calls me. We talk more than I talk to you, which if you think about it is really sad.”

“Sorry.” Nyx winces a little. He’s terrible at keeping in touch and knows it. Hessy knows it too.

“Anyway,” she says, changing the subject in the uniquely careless way she has, “Tell me about the new man in your life.”

Libertus again, Nyx realizes. That traitor.

“What man?” he says, hopelessly delaying the inevitable.

“Your gorgeous mystery man,” Hessy says, with an unholy grin on her face as she seals his fate. Godsdammit, Libertus.

“Never saw him again.” Nyx shrugs and pastes a woeful look on his face. “And believe me, I looked.”

Hessay squints at him. She knows all his tells, but he’s determined. If she finds out he’s technically involved with his boss he’ll never hear the end of it.

“That’s too bad,” she says eventually, and Nyx very carefully doesn’t show any more relief than necessary. “I was hoping you’d finally find somebody to balance out your,” she gestures at him, “everything.”

“Thanks, Hessy,” he rolls his eyes. “And what about you? When will you finally ask Libertus out?”

“I don’t like Libertus,” Hessy says, too fast. Her ears start to pink up.

“Please,” Nyx snorts. “You’ve had a crush on him since you were twenty. I thought the two of you would have gotten together years ago.”

The pink starts to invade Hessy’s cheeks. “Shut up, you did not.”

“I did! And the two of you just keep, I don’t know, talking to each other every day over the phone or something, it’s like you’re long-distancing except you’re not actually in a relationship.”

“It’s not every day,” Hessy protests, and then must realize how weak that sounds because she shuts up immediately after. Her face is totally red now, it’s great.

“Well.” Nyx takes mercy on her and doesn’t push it further. “If you asked I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t say no. Anyway, thanks for breakfast. I’m going to wash up and sleep, you can stick around if you want.”

“Oh no you don’t.” Hessy snatches the plate out of his hands and goes over to the sink herself, grabbing a sponge and turning on the tap. “I’m going to wash up, and then I’m going to make you food for the week like I said. You rest.”

As soon as she says it a wave of exhaustion hits him, enough that he has to blink hard in order to keep his balance. He goes without argument, hugging Hessy as he walks past.

“I’ll text you when I get home,” Hessy promises him. “So you know I’m safe.”

“You’re the best,” Nyx replies as he leaves the room.

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1K WORDS LATER, I CLUTCH AT MY HAIR. WHEN WILL THE PLOT REAPPEAR?? I WAIL, DESPAIRING. THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT TO DO.