#nyx is an oblivious pining idiot in denial

[mastrechef]

My attention has been awful the last couple of days, and progress on my book has been agonizingly slow. Thus, since my impulse control is poor, here’s more Cor x Nyx stuff. Still don’t know where this is going, since I’ve done zero planning for this and just write whatever my whims fancy. I’ll probably post some more reincarnation!Nyx stuff later, along with some Galahd headcanons, since that’s what my brain has been occupied with most today.

Nyx woke to a splitting headache and the telltale signs of a hangover. Obviously things had gotten a little out of hand last night. Honestly, what had he been thinking? He struggled to make his brain function properly. There was something just at the edge of his grasp. Something about a bet?

Memories hit him with the force of a sledgehammer. Nyx buried his head into his pillow and whined in both pain and mortification. What in the hell had possessed him to say that? He was swearing off alcohol for good this time. Between the hangover from hell, the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, and last night’s clear lapse in judgement, it obviously was bad for his health. Especially considering the lapse in judgement was likely to soon result in his painful demise. Probably by his own hand at this point, unless the other party was merely dragging out his torment for maximum effect.

The usual gang of glaives had gotten together to celebrate a successful return after another showdown with the Empire. Only to get to Yamachang’s and see the Marshal camped out at their favorite haunt. He hadn’t seemed up for company, what with the way he was staring broodingly into his glass. So the glaives had left him be and continued with their night, eating and drinking and being merry.

It’s when the cashing in of bets had come up that things went downhill for Nyx.

Since the start of his fascination with the Marshal, Nyx’s friends, chiefly Crowe, had teased him relentlessly. He ignored it for the most part, to the point that he had forgotten about the consequences of losing one of their latest bets. Having a job with as high a mortality rate as the Kingsglaive did, it had become a tradition to make bets on missions to bring a bit of levity to the grim reality they lived day in and day out.

And it just so happened that Nyx and his heroic antics was a frequent subject of said bets. More often than not, those bets were pretty much impossible for Nyx to win and thus had utterly ridiculous consequences to subject Nyx to, because his so-called friends seemed to enjoy his misery.

As he had once again landed himself on Citadel duty as punishment for being a reckless idiot to rescue some injured glaives, Nyx had to suffer the repercussions of the lost bet.

Which meant flirting with the Marshal.

It took a copious number of drinks to work up the courage, getting him thoroughly smashed in the process.

His memory got kind of fuzzy at that point, but Nyx half remembered stumbling over to Cor and the first thing out of his mouth was ���Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk past you again?” The rest of the incident was mentally blocked for the sake of his sanity.

Of all people why did it have to be him? Yes, Nyx admittedly found him attractive, and maybe he wanted to get to know him better, but he was absolutely, positively not pining after him in a romantic sense. No way. Cor was a superior officer. One who had now seen him make a complete idiotic fool of himself, and if he somehow managed to survive the fallout, the bastards he called friends were never going to let him live it down. In an entire lifetime of doing stupid shit, this will forever be the crowning jewel.

A knock at the door interrupted his dramatic pity party.

It’s probably just Libs coming to check on him, he told himself as he blearily shuffled over to open the door and squint at the person standing outside.

His blood turned to ice. Looks like he might die after all.

“Ulric. We need to talk,” said the one and only Cor fucking Leonis.

Nyx could see a subtle spark of amusement in his eyes as the other man quirked a brow at him. “Though maybe it can wait until after you’re dressed.”

“Oh god, kill me now.” Propriety long since thrown out the window, Nyx thunked his head against the doorframe, face now flaming in embarrassment. He seemed destined to lose his cool in front of this man, and putting himself out of his misery was sounding more tempting by the second.