#//She is an Alberich; it’s in her BLOOD to cause chaos

[dutybcrne]

I was meant to be taking drafts seriously.

And then my brain zeroed in on notes for Rethel

[dthjoey]

She #2

Second entry for Nyx Ulric Week. Hope you all enjoy this as much as I had fun writing it!

Title: She #2 Day #: “I owe you one” Rating: everyone Main Ship: Nyx x oc Summary: Nyx seems to owe a lot of people, maybe in the end that’s not so bad,

@nyxulricweek

DAY 2: CLOSE TO THE HEART

» dedicated to those closest to Nyx

little sisters | traditions | “I owe you one.”

It came out of nowhere.

Nyx’s back had been open as he took on the deamon Kokyangwuti from the front. The spider like demon was drooling as it tried to over take the Glaive. They’d been out for six days so far and he was starting to feel a bit of a strain. It didn't help that on day two he’d pulled something in his back while trying to fight his way out of a little fire trouble.

With the chaos going on, he was surprised he still had his hair.

So now coming to the end of day six, Nyx was slowly coming to the end of his pain tolerance. He pushed himself forward, running for the deamon, from his side he could see two other Glaive members coming to join him. With blade in hand, Nyx let his arm swing back and with a harsh pull, he felt the blade slip.

The dagger shot out, coasting over the deamon’s left side. Tapping off one of the back legs, Cursing as he slumped a bit, he found he couldn't really drag the fight out any longer. Warping quickly to the descending blade, Nyx turned quick on his toes and slashed up the deamon’s abdomen. The beast cried out as it fell forward and the two Glaive members went in for the kill.

Taking a step back, Nyx whipped the bloodied blade on the side of his pants. As he stood, he could feel as if everything was beginning to slow down. The two Glaive members in front of him called out, but he had little time to comprehend. A force collided with his back forcing the poor Glaive down to his knees.

The hiss of the deamon behind him, caused him to roll to his left and gasp as the Alberich, a goblin like creature of a pale purple color with dark long nails, began to slash and hiss at him. Nyx hears a rip as he rolls even harder away, the two Glaive members rushing forward and taking care of the creature. As Nyx lays on his side, he glances up at his Comrades while pushing up the helm he wears.

“I owe you one,” He gasps out a bit as one of them reaches down and takes his hand lifting him up. The two chuckle they pat him on the back and he suppresses the need to hiss.

“We’ll hold you to that one Hero,” They say as they move to fall in line behind him. The glave on the right lifts his helm as he reaches out to touch the flowing purple fabric.

“Looks like it got your uniform,” They bring it around to show Nyx, whos eyes widen and he almost feels like his heart is sinking. This was from Galahd, this was family, this was home.

“Shit,” He hisses as he pulls the cloth close to inspect it quickly. On one of the ribbons, its split in half all the way up to his shoulder. The fraying threads between the two pisces make him mad, but as he hears more fighting drawing near, he pulls the cloth around his neck and makes sure it’s secure before rushing in to continue the fight.

~

After fifteen days the Kingsglaive are allowed to head home. She’s not home when Nyx finally drags his tired body into there little apartment. After stashing his bag, he pulls out his uniform top. The rips in the ribbon are more frayed now and it all makes him frown.

“To much to hope it was a dream huh?” He mutters to himself as he tosses the jacket on the lazy boy. Moving away from it, Nyx strips and heads into the bathroom. To him, right now, a long shower and a trip to his bed sound amazing.

A couple of hours later, she’s making her way into their apartment. She cant help the smile that crosses her face as she sees the lump on their bed, covered head to toe. Setting her bag aside, she frowns as she comes upon the top. The torn ribbons on the back have her frowning and reaching out.

Looking it over, she finds she's smiling. This..this is something she can do for him.

Looking for her small sewing kit, she matches the string as best she can. Taking the top and kit to the bed, she eyes the lump before settling just on the floor. Leaning up against the bed she begins the process to pinning it. Making sure that it’s all lined, even as can be. She smiles as she runs her hand over the soft ribbon.

This ribbon has meant everything to her lover. The way Nyx’s eyes would light as he talked of his sister and mother fondly. Taking a deep breath she sets about threading the needle and focuses all her attention on the task at hand.

With slow even stitches, she makes slow progress. Making sure each stitch is doubled and then crossed over, so it’s not just a patch up job but will be strong for the next time he’s gone.

“I owe you one.” Nyx’s sleepy voice scares her and from the jolt the needle slips.

“Shit!” She hisses as she pulls her finger away quickly, not wanting to get a drop of blood on the already dirty cloth. Looking up she catches sleepy eyes peering at her. He’s laying on his front, his head on the bed looking at her with a small smile on his lips.

She watches as Nyx pushes himself up a bit and reaches out for the injured finger. Bringing it up to his mouth he wraps his lips around it and sucks just a bit. A deep blush crosses over her cheeks and down her neck as he lets it go slowly and lays back down.

“I owe you one.” He repeats once again before pulling his blanket up around him and closing his eyes. The weight of the long mission finally pulling him into a nice peaceful sleep, knowing you were there to watch over him.