Note: Wishing a very happy birthday to @glaive-eve. Thank you for encouraging me to get back into writing and introducing me to so many amazing people. Wishing you an amazing year and hope you enjoy this Nyx piece even though it is a tad late.
It had been…quite a week to say the least. Nothing had gone as planned for either of the two best friends. She woke up late multiple times, one of her coworkers quit and the other was out sick so she had to work overtime and deal with pestering family members. Nyx was put on wall duty all week due to defying orders and Captain Drautos kicked their asses in training. The Astrals also decided that it was the perfect time for a rainstorm and Nyx cursed as he walked to her apartment.
All she could think was thank Six it was Friday. Instead of doing what they did every Friday, which was takeout, booze and movies, she decided to cook one of Nyx’s favorite meals. She knew through their text conversations that her best friend had also had a hard week, and wanted to do a little something extra to make him feel better.
Nyx lost track of time in his aggressive thoughts and had finally reached her apartment. He used the key she had given him and instantly felt at home when he walked in. She had her favorite music on, the food smelt amazing and the smile she gave him when he appeared made Nyx need to take a second to realize what he was feeling.
“You’re right on time. Foods ready but let me get you a towel first. Don’t need you dripping all over my couch.” He let out a chuckle at his state and took off his boots and coat. After quickly drying off, he made his way to the kitchen and was greeted with her plating his favorite.
“Why did you cook? You didn’t have to do that.” He asked, knowing she also had a difficult week and was more than likely exhausted
“I didn’t have to but I wanted to. We both had a rough week, thought we needed some proper comfort food.” She jokingly pulled his plate back, “If you don’t want it that’s cool, more for me.”
She handed him his plate regardless and he followed her to the couch with a six pack in hand. His favorite movie was already set and the fireplace quickly warmed him up.
How long had it been since he had this? Especially the way she made it, no other place could compare. She watched him with a smile, as she awaited judgement. He dove in and the moan he let out was salacious. “No need to boost my ego that much Nyx.” She laughed, her eyes bright.
“I’m really not. This is amazing.” His words were truthful, the tension that washed away from him was all the evidence she needed. “Thank you.”
Her smile faltered a bit, “Anytime Nyx.” She tried to suppress the feeling in her stomach and started eating, conversation between them never ceasing. She quickly cleared the plates and brought out a plate of brownies. (Nyx wasn’t the only one who needed comfort food.)
She tried to ignore the way he was staring at her, but it was hard to focus on the thriller playing on the TV as she laughed at his story. She was used to being in love with him, used to the feeling that bubbles in her chest everytime he smiled at her, everytime he joked with her. But she was not quite sure what to feel with him staring at her.
He wasn’t sure what changed. Normally he was great at hiding his love for his best friend but something felt off in the air between them, and it made nerves flutter in his stomach.
A scream came from the TV, but she wasn’t sure why. She swallowed the lump in her throat as Nyx sighed and his arm over the back of the couch teased her arm and she glanced up at him. She couldn’t help it and leaned into him, feeling at peace when he kissed the top of her head.
“I don’t know about you,” he broke the silence softly and she looked up at him, “but I’m tired of pretending there’s nothing between us. I’m tired of pretending I’m not in love with you.If you don’t then we can pretend nothing ever happened but I had to get that off my chest.”
She choked his name out, cupping his face and leaning up, meeting his eyes for a moment and Nyx didn't hesitate. It took a moment to register his lips on hers but when she did, it was like nothing she ever experienced. She loved all of it, from the hand around her waist that pulled her closer to the way that this just felt right. She realized she doesn’t want him to stop and it’s clear in the way she tangled her fingers in his hair and held him closer.
I can;t believe it. I got a letter for you too. maybe this is the last one for today? maybe? hopefully? probably not. the life of an impromptu delivery woman is hard.
-- Owl
Eve!
Merry Christmas! Sorry that I can’t be there with you, but, well, duty calls?
That’s not an excuse. I should be with you for the holidays, but my duties to Lucis come first. I wish I could ditch them and come to you, but Specs might kill me. If I can swing it, I’ll see you tonight, babe. It’ll take some serious bribery, but if it’s Iggy I’m bribing, I’m not above it.
Wait, that’s probably not something I should admit.
Anyways, Eve. I love you, and I hope to see you soon. Keep the bed warm for me?
Hey @glaive-eve, I got two things for you. I still have no clue how the hell they find me when looking for Finland. but here’s the first thing.... umm... yeah...
Eve, I think you have a stalker.
The second thing is considerably more... sane romantic.
Happy birthday!
I originally had a question to ask you, but I think that particular question would be better asked face to face. So, I’ll let you wonder what it is until your party tonight. Remember, Iris is coming over to do everything for you, hair, make-up, everything. You work so hard, day in and day out, you deserve to be pampered.
I can’t wait to see what you’ll wear tonight, or what will happen during the after-party, but that’s for a whole other note.
I love you, babe. Happy birthday, and I’ll see you soon.
