it’s rough being a glaive, especially one with the most heroism’s than anyone else ; he was ‘the best’, after all. thus came unknowing responsibilities, where he was expected more, where he was not given a chance to make mistakes – not allowed to fuck up on ANYTHING, not unless he wanted an earful from commander drautos himself. anxiety swells inside of his chest and submerges within the back of his mind. i can do better, he says to himself every time, i won’t disappoint you. his greatest fear was to fail the very mentor that had gotten him in the position in the first place.
even within the comforts of cor leonis’ home, nyx is still anxious – picking at his fingernails, a strange, nervous habit that had never died. it wasn’t as bad as it was in his youth ; where he would bite his nails and pick at them until his fingers bled. he was better now, more controlling… but habits don’t always go away.
the marshal finally comes back with coffee, it smelled of caramel ; a lot richer than the coffee he usually made for himself back at his own place. he always wondered why a guy like cor would ever stay within the underground like the rest of the refugees – he made a lot more, and he’s earned himself a place amongst royalty. nyx, however, knew of the answers… but always believing that cor deserved more than what he wanted.
“thanks.” he responds when he takes his mug, taking a sip and licking his lips right after, savoring rich flavor. it tastes amazing, made with such care – he wondered how lucky he truly was to have the marshal… to be here with him. to silence his anxieties ; they rest for the time being.
a kiss to hero’s forehead is given soon after. cheeks and ears burning red, along with neck, and down to chest and shoulders – where freckles ignite upon pale flesh. nyx, for the life of him, just stares wide-eyed down at his coffee – head soon shooting back up to look up at the marshal. lips pressed thinly, so embarrassed, yet his heart pounded like heavenly drums ; was it love that made him so silent?
he opens his mouth to try and say something, but he would immediately shut himself up by drinking down hot coffee – he almost chokes ; the marshal almost laughs at that.
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