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She felt a tug, a pull that she couldn’t deny. She hadn’t heard from Henrik since their… disagreement so it surprised her that he was calling to her now. They hadn’t exactly parted on good terms and Nyx had tried her best to go about her life as normal. It had been hard, at first, but she’d gotten used to it now. So hearing from Henrik again after so long? It shook her to her core and that wasn’t easy for someone to do to an angel. Part of her was tempted to ignore it. To leave him be and carry on with her life as she had been but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about him if she did. Not now that he was in her head. Sighing quietly, the angel closed her eyes, hesitating a moment before disappearing on the spot only to appear in front of him milliseconds later. “Hello, Henrik,” she greeted, her tone more polite than it usually would have been. Her heart pounded in her chest. Or… her vessel’s heart, at least. She hadn’t seen him in so long she thought she was over the way she felt around him but… seeing him again, it was clear that wasn’t the case. It still didn’t erase the fact that she wasn’t sure what to say to him now. “You look dreadful. Are you okay?” she said with the bluntness only typical of an angel.
He just about gave up. She wasn’t coming. Why would she? Or maybe, he was praying wrong? Could she even hear him? It’s not like he could call her on a mobile. He wished, at least then he’d know for sure she was ignoring him. Henrik sighed ( miserably ) out of everyone, even those who he did worse things to, it was Nyx he felt the most guilty about. Take that whatever way you like, Henrik hated himself for the way he spoke to her. After all, Nyx was actively his first real friend when he returned to the living, just as he was hers. They guided each other and discovered things together. Maybe that’s why he was silently heartbroken when she took back her wings -- he loved her, even if he was yet to realise it. “Oh shi---” He’d stood up to go distract himself when she appeared, making him jump backwards. “Nyx.” There was a faint smile. Relief, she heard him, she was here. “I...” A pause, in any other situation he’d probably say ‘thanks’ with a tone full of sass, but there was a time and a place -- this wasn’t it. “I’m fine. That’s-- that’s why I wanted to see you. I’m fine now.” His eyes were so sad, he couldn’t hide it even if he was trying to. Her monotone towards him hurt, but he could understand - he didn’t blame her. “I wanted to apologise to you, for everything. I was hexed. Emotionless and-- cruel. It’s no excuse,” it was, but he wasn’t trying to use it as one, Henrik was just trying to explain. “Nyx, I didn’t mean any of it. That’s not who I am, I’d never hurt you like that.” Shaking his head, he sighed quietly. Henrik was desperate for her to believe him, to forgive him not to peacify his own mind, but because it felt important that she knew she hadn’t deserved his words, that she didn’t deserve to be hurt. He took a step towards her -- but only one, he didn’t want to invade her space. “I understand if you can’t forgive me, but I really needed you to know that I’m so sorry.”










