1. Nyx and Cor (and Prompto)’s first meeting. Absolutely delightful.
Cor the Immortal walked out of the treeline, some fifteen minutes later, expression stern.
Nyx blinked at him, just as Cor blinked back.
“The fuck are you doing here?” Cor asked eloquently, frowning at him as if personally irritated by his existence, which he probably was.
Nyx gave up pretenses and laughed, slumping back on the ground. Prompto made huffy, sucking noises, and snuggled into his chest, clearly intent on going back to sleep.
2. Toddler!Prom who loves to tug on Nyx’s hair. :’)
All he had to do was coax Prompto into finishing the paste, and then they could go. And then maybe Nyx could find a village or town or somewhere, and figure out how to resupply.
Prompto pulled on the braid again, because the log ended and he didn't hit replay quick enough for his liking.
“You're so lucky I think you're cute,” Nyx sighed wryly, and wasn't even surprised when Prompto puked lunch all over his shirt.
3. ARANEA IS HERE. And she stepped on Cor’s head to catapult herself into the air! :D (This scene and how it unfolded will never not be delightful to me.)
The girl broke into a dead run, and leaped just as she reached Cor. Cor had a fantastical moment of blank incomprehension when she stepped on his head to boost herself up almost thirty feet into the air, right above their enemy. Then she twirled her lance until the blade was pointing to the ground, wrapped a leg around it and began spinning as she went down.
“A dragoon,” Cor muttered, watching her fall. It would have probably done a devastating amount of damage, all things considered, had the daemon not avoided a direct hit slithering sideways, considering the pavement cracked from impact. “A woefully inexperienced dragoon,” Cor amended with a sigh, and then ran forward to catch the incoming blades before they got to her.
4. Clarus having a late moment of realization. Cor and Nyx being incredibly amused. I love this scene so much :’)
“I know you dislike it when I meddle,” Clarus insisted, scowling at him, “but that's what friends do, Cor. We meddle when our friends are heading straight for disaster.”
“Like I said,” Cor retorted, “I think Nyx should hear this.”
“You are the-”
Nyx chose that moment to let himself into the room. Clarus spluttered and then stood up straight, trying to compose himself. Cor blinked at him.
“That wasn't five minutes,” he pointed out, one eyebrow arched.
Nyx shrugged.
“You sounded weird,” he said, and then grinned sheepishly. “So I might. Have warped up the stairs. On my way here.” Cor smirked at him, and Nyx grinned back, sticking his hands in the pockets of his pants. “So... what's this about?”
Clarus hesitated for a moment, and then charged head on with all the grace and tact of a bull.
“This idiot,” he said, pointing at Cor with a very accusing finger, “is in love with you.”
Nyx stared at him, clearly waiting for a follow up. This was not the reaction Clarus was expecting. Cor snorted.
“He means to say,” he murmured solicitously, “that he's concerned that my feelings for you are unrequited and will end in, his words not mine, unspeakable heartbreak because of it.”
Nyx blinked.
“What do you-” he paused. Blinked again. Then he stared at Clarus for a bit, squinting somewhat. “Oh. Oh.” He snorted and shared a look with Cor. “I get you.”
“I knew you would,” Cor replied, corner of his lip twitching up slightly.
“You've got very caring friends, Marshal,” Nyx pointed out, clearly more amused at the situation than Cor, but then that was why Cor had called him in, in the first place.
“I do, don't I,” Cor deadpanned.
Clarus was staring at them, clearly at loss of what was going on.
“Cor is very lucky to have a friend like you, Lord Amicitia,” Nyx told him, entirely too politely for his tastes, and it made alarm bells begin to scream in his head. “But your concern is sorely misplaced.”
“Is it?” Clarus asked, trying to wrestle control of the conversation back, but then spluttered gloriously when Nyx slid into Cor's lap, holding his stare over his shoulder as he did so.
“Yes,” Nyx said, in a taunting, teasing tone, and then bent down to kiss Cor nonchallantly.
Clarus flushed instantly.
“Oh,” he said, voice small and embarrassed, but all he got in reply was Cor's hands sliding around Nyx's waist as the kiss deepened. Clarus cleared his throat. “Gentlemen,” he tried again, voice strangled. Nyx moaned low in his throat. “I believe you've made your point!” Clarus cried out indignantly.
Cor stood up in reply, pulling Nyx up with him as he went, and went to drop Nyx onto Clarus' desk, still without breaking the kiss.
Clarus made a sound best described as a panicked squawk and all but ran out of the room.
“5. Cor and Prom’s quiet early mornings out on the porch. I am soft
Prompto liked the new house.
(...)
He liked the garden, too. It was very small, just a strip of grass along the back of the house, with an old, knotted tree in a corner that looked more dead than alive. You couldn't really play in it, like in the park, but Cor liked to sit on the steps early in the morning – so, so early, it was almost always still dark outside – bare feet on the grass as he drank his coffee, and he always let Prompto go sit with him, if he happened to be up by then. Even if he almost always ended up falling asleep again, anyway.
6. The Walk gives me a lot of feels, tbh.
The storm ended as abruptly as it began, the sky clearing up and the afternoon sun catching the last of it to display a massive rainbow in the distance. The wide circle broke up into smaller clusters of families, as they showed each other what they'd been given.
“These are mine?” Prompto asked him, holding up the three, shiny beads in his hands for him to see. “Like yours, but mine?”
“All yours,” Nyx said, and showed him the two he'd been given, this time around. In his hair, another three hung heavy and purposely from the braids, like a renewed commitment he'd tried his best to not forget about.
“Mine are red,” Aranea said, staring at her hand with a frown.
“You like red,” Nyx pointed out, rubbing his free hand against his nose to hide a sniffle.
“But what does it mean?” She insted, rolling the reddish purple beads between her fingers, fascinated by the texture against her skin.
“It means you're Galahdian, now,” Nyx said, arching an eyebrow at her, “if you want to be.”
“But I've never even been to Galahd,” Aranea replied, frowning.
“You have,” Nyx told her, licking his lips. “We were all there, just now.”
“Galahd is the Storm,” Cor murmured, one eyebrow arched, holding a single dark blue bead between thumb and index finger, “never thought you meant that literally.”
Nyx stared at him, and felt an overwhelming urge to just... fall into him and never surface again. He swallowed hard, because he was Commander still and they weren't done. They still needed him.
“You know what isn't though? Night,” Nyx said, grinning as he tilted his head back. “So let's get everyone home.”
7. Just the whole family, because I adore them so. :’) I posted this drawing on its own back in 2020 already, you can find it here. ^-^
This is ancient in terms of art online... I drew this in the summer of 2018 and forgot about it until... two years ago? And then it felt kinda too... on point to post it. Ah well. Here it is at last. WAS X MASH redraw ^^/
