#future nyx

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Burning-3

By the time the party came around, Rhys had already talked to Eris. “Things are set in motion, but you have to be careful,” Rhys warned his son, “Her father’s views aren’t as… progressive, as Eris.”

Nyx cringed. That bad. “I’ll be careful. I won’t let her get hurt.”

Rhys put a hand on his son’s shoulder, “This will be the hardest thing you’ll ever do. There will be lot you’ll want to do you can’t. Until she’s out of Autumn’s reach, you have to act like you like her for purely superficial reasons. Remember, you’re the spoiled arrogant son of an arrogant High Lord and his Devious wife.”

“What a cute description of me,” Feyre entered and kissed her mate on the cheek, “you forgot treacherous whore as well.”

Rhys wrapped an arm around her waist, “For you or for me.”

She kissed him, “Both I suppose.”

Nyx shook his head, “I’ll leave you two to flirt and argue about who’s the biggest whore.”

They laughed and kissed his cheeks on either side before he left.

Nyx was a bundle of nerves before the party. He met with Aether and Ereba, Erie introducing her newfound mate, but he couldn’t focus as well as he could have. His mind was Demetria. He hadn’t even spoken to her, and yet here he was, replaying seeing her over and over.

Aether left to get ready, and then it was he and the new mates. “Welcome to being a male mate,” Cadell, Erie’s new mate said, “Apparently the only thing you do is think about her and what she’s doing and if she’s safe.”

Nyx nodded, “I knew it was something like this, but I’m having such a hard time with it. Plus I mean, our parents,” he motioned between himself and Nesta’s daughter, “they’re the poster children for mates-“

“-and power and battling and unity and everything else,” Ereba grumbled.

“Right,” he agreed, “So it’s a little terrifying to think about it myself.”

“Well,” the Hybern male said, “The good news is you have no choice.”

Nyx laughed at that, “Thanks.”

“Children,” Feyre came floating into the room, ever the Shining Star, “It’s time to go and get ready.”

Nyx was basically shaking as he thought of how close he was to Demetria once again.

[randomshenaniganery]

I drew Nyx if she was older! I was bored and yeahh the color of her fucking dress though i only have 24 colors like heck mate i had to mix shit and don’t get me started on her hair that was four different colors.

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Burning- 8

They spent their days in an awkward dance. Demetria seemed to simultaneously crave his affection and fear him. Nyx tried to balance between giving her affection, but not too much. He didn’t want to scare her or make her he feel like he was anything like the men she knew.

The most difficult part was fighting his desire for her. Sometimes when she was watching the view from the window, he wondered what her eyes would like half-closed with desire. When her fingers slid down a page to turn it, he wondered what her fingers would feel like on his wings. When she flicked a braid behind her back, he wondered what it would be like to bury his face in it.

Still, he fought those feelings as best as he could, and as the days continued, turning into months, he noticed that she stopped flinching every time he lifted a hand, and when she smiled, it wasn’t hesitant like it had been at first. Her eyes didn’t shine with fear, but instead amusement as the spoke. Soon, he felt her come alive.

One day, after they had been there for nearly half a year, they were reading on the edge of a window, the mountain scape stretched out around them, when he noticed her bite her lip and twist her hair, looking nowhere and deep in thought.

“What?” He said with a chuckle.

“Well,” she hesitated. He wanted to encourage her to speak her mind, but before he could, she blurted, “Don’t you… want me?”

“What?”

She turned a bright red, “We are… mates, after all. Isn’t there supposed to be some physical draw?” She quickly added, “I feel it for you. Don’t you feel it for me? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not… desirable?”

Nyx opened his mouth to say something, but clamped it shut. In one fluid motion, he was off the window, scooping her in his arms, and making his way back toward his room. He knew there were two ways he could’ve answered her, but he decided the best way was to show her. So there could never be any doubt again.

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Burning- 7

Demetria turned around, showing him the back of her dress. It had small buttons all the way to her waist. With shaking hands, Nyx unbuttoned the first one. They were twins with blazing cheeks. He savored the feeling of his fingers on her skin. By the third button, he was focusing on keeping his breathing normal.

About halfway down her back, however he had to work to make his breathing normal for a different reason. As he unbuttoned more buttons, her smooth pale skin began to be splotched with a rainbow of purples, greens, and blues.

“What is this,” he asked, trying to keep himself from scaring her. Regardless, she flinched.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, “My father was upset that I must’ve done something to make you uninterested after we danced,” she continued the next part quieter, “Since you didn’t take me that night.”

“Because of me?” Nyx said in disbelief.

She didn’t answer him, instead she said, “The bones are mostly healed and the bruising should be gone in the next few days,” she said it like she was reassuring him, “But I shouldn’t be too injured for anything you wish to do with me.”

Nyx’s hands shook as he gently as he finished in buttoning her dress. He had to be quiet to keep himself from lashing out about the way she was treated. It wouldn’t do him any good to scare her.

“I’m not upset because your injuries keep me from having my way with you,” he explained slowly, “I’m upset because someone hurt you.”

She blinked, “Oh.”

He felt a little confident with her answer, so he continued, “And I didn’t take you to my room that night because I wanted to get to know you more before we got intimate.”

“Oh.” She said again.

Finally, he was at the last button. He wanted to hunt down everyone who’d ever laid a hand on her.

“Alright,” he told her, “Your buttons are undone. I’ll bud you goodnight.”

“You don’t want to… stay?” She said. She looked nervous, like maybe she thought he was upset.

At that point, he pulled her close to him, one arm firmly around her waist and kissed her on the forehead. “Not tonight. Tonight, you rest.”

When he pulled away, her cheeks were pink. “Goodnight,” he said, before shutting the door softly.

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Burning- 4

Nyx was all nerves as he entered the ball beside his father and mother. He couldn’t wait to see her. His eyes searched for her, scanning the crowd for Demetria. He found her quickly. She was standing not to far away from her father, watching him talk nervously. He was drunk and laughing boisterously.

Demetria was in an off the shoulder emerald green dress. It had long, flowing sleeves that ended in wide flaring cloth around her hands, hiding all but her fingers. Her beautiful hair was behind her head in two large burning braids. Finally, her wide green eyes found Nyx’s. He wanted to hold her in his arms, beg for her love on his knees. Instead, he played the arrogant heir and wiggled her over with a finger. He watched as she walked to him, quick enough not to make him wait, but slow enough she didn’t look eager.

When she approached him, Nyx wondered how it would feel to have his lips on those bare shoulders. She bowed politely to him, “Hello, milord.”

“You can call me Nyx.”

“I am Demetria, but you know that.” She was nervous. She wouldn’t look at him. Why? What had he done?

And then his mother was in his head, she’s not from the same world you are. It’s not you. I saw her before you. How she winces when a voice gets too loud. Be gentle, Nyx.

He silently agreed, “Would you care to dance?” He offered her a hand.

“It would be my honor,” she took it.

He held her as close as he could while they danced, only close enough not to be impolite, though he wished to be closer. “Do you know who I am?”

“Yes,” she said quietly, “You’re Nyx, the son of High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. Said to be the most powerful heir in history.” It sounded impressive, but Nyx hated it.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Yes,” she said even quieter, “I know who you are.”

“Well,” he asked her, “what are your thoughts?”

“It’s an honor to be chosen by the Mother for someone as powerful as you.”

Nyx wanted to die.