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https://ift.tt/39xQrkQ“Nyx,” his lover steps back, his hands still clutching at his arms and Nyx is so thankful for that because his chest aches at the thought of seperation, and when he smiles it’s wide and shaky and blue.
He is never going to get used to the blue.
“This is my father,” Regis says, gesturing at one of the almost identically armored figures - the one who had been standing guard and keeping the others away, which automatically raises the former king a little in Nyx’s estimation. But only a little.
Shit, that means they’re all related to Regis, doesn’t it?
“…I’m not going to lie, love. This isn’t how I thought I’d ever meet the family.”
And then he steps forward and punches Mors Lucis Caelum right in his armored face.
Because that man has had that coming for a long time, even if Nyx is feeling a little better about him than he was 5 minutes ago.
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