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Lunafreya Nox Fleuret | The Oracle ([personal profile] sacredrites) wrote in [community profile] pastorella2017-01-11 12:37 am

( closed ) Schmoopy Lunyx things

Who: Luna and Nyx
What: A wild adventure
Where: literally all over Eos
Warnings: NSFW



timeline of events:
» meeting
» party saving
» separation thanks to the fall of Insomnia
» blissful reunion after Luna dies and comes back
» that one moment where they kinda kissed a few weeks after Noctis started his nap and her bro died
» darkness bonding times for Lunyx - great for UST
» failed meeting resulting in a little TLC



relevant gifs: i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | nsfw plurk image dump
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[personal profile] guardduty 2017-01-28 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
[One ear is open, listening to snatches of the conversation--how is the Lucian leadership going to answer what essentially amounts to an attack on Tenebrae's princess on their home turf?--but as a soldier, Nyx's place is to act on the orders once they're decided upon, not demand to be let in on their planning.

It's frustrating to feel somewhat out of the loop, but no worse than what Lunafreya must be feeling, and having a moment alone gives him the chance to check on the princess personally. So much for superior Tenebraen healing skills--she looks like crap. Crap with a poker face, but crap all the same.]


It was nothing. I would've faked an emergency sooner if I'd known the Chancellor was doing more than throwing his weight around. You know--

[He's still kneeling, putting them on a level, the easier to read in her eyes what she's not saying in so many words (that flinch gets filed away, though he doesn't immediately make the connection with the cause), and that's how Drautos finds him when the heavy double doors swing open.

Instantly, Nyx is on his feet. He knows that look. He steels himself for the other shoe to drop.]


Sir--

[A hand on his shoulder gives him him no time to finish, propelling him away from Lunafreya's chair into an unoccupied part of the room, scarcely a pause between Drautos laying eyes on him and pouncing. I thought your orders were clear or did you not hear me--

The words, delivered with a calm mercilessness that suggests someone is about to get a chewing out before all else is said and done, fall out of earshot after that. Nyx shoots her a resigned look before settling in for the inevitable lecture. Do they really have time for this?]
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[personal profile] guardduty 2017-02-04 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
[It perhaps comes as a surprise to prince, glaive, and glaive captain that it's Nyx who glances sharply at the source of the interruption, wearing a look of furrowed concern and silent warning for her to back down. Now's not the time to be creating ripples in the water. No more than what's already been done.]

Your Highness, you should be resting--

[Thankfully, though King Regis seems painfully slow to intercede over the daemon threat under their literal and figurative roof, he's swift where Lunafreya is concerned. Nyx relents, deferring to his care. Still, the stifled sound of pain is audible--and he's not the only left frowning at it.

Glancing over, he locks gazes with Captain Drautos who wears a similar expression, mouth pinched at the corners. In that look is a promise to say no more for the time being. For the time being. Nyx knows better than to think the captain will forget about this conversation forever. For now, though, there's mutual agreement; they each have jobs to do.

Both bow their heads at the implicit command. Nyx, being closer, spares a last glance for the captain before stepping up to offer his arm in place of the king's with the same formality he'd done so at the party. It gives him a chance to open his mouth before anyone can stop him. It's a long time in coming. He's been more patient the decision to entertain the peace talks than most, if not all, of the remaining glaives. And this isn't just about their homes outside the Wall--it's about Nifs and the new found danger they've proven they pose.]


Shouldn't we at least be detaining Chancellor Izunia? Your Majesty can't be expected to sign a peace treaty when we don't know what he's really capable of.

[The answer is simple, much as Nyx internally chafes under the clear, composed gaze of the Lucian king. Their fate, all of their fates, the fate of Lucis--they won't be decided with a retaliatory strike.

A bigger picture. The long con. Nyx understands, even if he doesn't like it.

That feeling of wrongness is as acute as ever.]
Edited 2017-02-21 02:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] guardduty 2017-02-22 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Dissatisfaction remains burning in his gut like a hot coal despite the reasoned responses of those in the room, Lunafreya included. Perhaps it's for the best Nyx holds the lowest rank of them all--if he were in charge, he might have taken Ardyn Izunia aside for questioning already, and all the rest of the Niflheim party, for that matter. (He's not used to being the trigger-happy hothead in a group--this is usually Libertus' job.)]

... Fine. Whatever you say.

[He means it as a neutral-sounding submission, splitting a glance between King Regis and Princess Lunafreya and nodding sharply once to show he's not about to fight the decision, but he's afraid it comes out more passive aggressive than he'd intended.

Well, can he really blame himself? So much of these peace talks have stunk of political double-dealing, and his fond feelings toward the Chancellor are at an all-time low, to say the least. He shuts his mouth.

One thing they can all agree on (except, perhaps, Lunafreya herself): the princess needs somewhere safe and quiet. They leave first, with one last shared look with Drautos that Nyx has a difficult time deciphering as he turns with Lunafreya a solid weight on his arm. What does the captain think? How much of Ardyn had he seen at the party? Making a mental note to try and ask him later, Nyx opens the lounge door to see them out. The hallway beyond is empty, and Nyx has a mind to keep it that way, taking a less direct route back to her quarters where they're not as likely to meet with company.

Unsure what he can say that wouldn't be demanding more answers or action be taken, Nyx falls silent, letting his focus go to keep Lunafreya upright and moving.]
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[personal profile] guardduty 2017-03-23 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
[They reach a measured rhythm, the two of them, his steps matched to hers, the part of Nyx attention usually dedicated to monitoring his friends on the field now alert for any hiccups in Lunafreya's stride in case she should falter. She'd been in a lot of pain--still is, try as she might to tamp it down--on top of what must be exhaustion now.

He can't stop thinking about those marks. Daemon corruption. It's almost too much to believe after everything that's led up to these treaty negotiations.

And Ardyn Izunia. A man who'd had the Oracle almost collapsed in agony after a single touch. Just who the hell were they dealing with?]


--What now?

[The whisper has to travel a long mile through dense brooding territory before Nyx processes what she's saying. It takes a moment, since he thinks she can't possibly mean what he thinks she means. That she wants to turn around and go back. At some point isn't tonight, when she's still being affected by whatever is burrowing under her skin, when this detente between Lucis and Niflheim is hanging on a knife's edge.

His brows become an unbending line about the same time her back does. She can't be serious.]


You want to go back out there like nothing happened? Not happening. You heard the king. [Unsaid goes the deeper emphasis you heard him and so did I. Nyx doesn't like this anymore than she does, but the king had made himself clear. And Lunafreya... Lunafreya's in no position to be putting herself in the crossfire for the second time in a single night.] The Chancellor of Niflheim all but attacked you in the middle of Insomnia. The last thing you should be doing is changing up the plan in the middle of the king's play.