The Whispers of Shadows - A&A One Shots

nyx being immature, again

The Hewn City was as it always was: Dark, dreadful, smelling of debauchery. Aurora had never quite gotten used to the feeling of being underground, but slowly, she grew more comfortable. Especially with the power she held, the way the High Fae lowered to their knees as the Heir and warrior stalked through the dark streets. Aurora kept her chin up and her hand on the broad hilt of her sword. Nyx walked beside her, a bronze crown of onyx and diamond sat atop his dark hair.

Aurora had become his personal bodyguard since the boy had grown into maturity. To Nyx, she was not his aunt, but a friend and sparring partner. Her thighs slid through the panels of sheer fabric that covered her most intimate parts. Even as a warrior, Aurora still enjoyed dressing as they do when Rhys and Feyre attend court.

"Remind me why we are not in the palace?" Aurora murmured under her breath, eyeing a male that was certainly enjoying Aurora's wide thighs and plump rear that was peeking through her gown, or what hardly passed as a gown.

"Because my father never lets me onto the streets," Nyx mused, buttoning the top of his fine jacket, making the fabric stretch over his muscled shoulders. Aurora sighed and kept her face clad in a bored expression. "He never allows me to see what our citizens do outside of the palace, so I choose to see for myself. With you, of course." Aurora caught the way his teeth shone in the faerie light as he sent her a cocky smile. Aurora rolled her eyes.

"If you enter a single building, my head will be spiked to the gates of the palace by your father," she told him, the words slipping between clenched teeth. Nyx just laughed again and continued to observe the way the High Fae lived amongst them. His eyes landed on a building that had shaded windows and a female in similar, yet less tasteful, clothes as Aurora. Smoke of some sort rose between her full lips, eyelashes batting at the young male that stood beside Aurora.

"Absolutely not," Aurora seethed, catching Nyx by his shoulder when he began to turn toward the female. He looked over his shoulder and raised a brow.

"So I'm allowed to divulge in the females of Velaris but not the Hewn City? I find that pretentious." Aurora snarled and tugged him tack onto the broken cobblestone.

"Divulge all you want, but the people that sell their bodies in this city do not end there. If you decide to go to her bed, or whatever they have in there, you better check your pockets," Aurora explained as vaguely as she could with the female watching them. Nyx scoffed.

"Aurora, you've become as filthy as my father with your hierarchy. Just because she finds business with her body does not mean she's a thief. Don't be so upset that it is not you I'm choosing to bed," he snapped and pulled his arm from her grasp. Aurora fought between a cringe and a growl, but let the foolish male saunter up to the prostitute and slip behind the door.

Aurora slammed her back against the brick and mortar, glowering at every person that dared look at her. The heir had grown utterly irritating in the past years. He had some strange obsession with Aurora and made sure to show her just how much he didn't want her by attempting to shove her ego down. Aurora didn't mind, he was her nephew in her mind, regardless what he believed.  Azriel made it clear every time Nyx's eyes lingered a moment too long.

Her feet began to hurt from how long she stood against that wall, blocking off the sounds of moans and groans within the building. There were at least four other couples in there, but that thought didn't calm any disgust Aurora had. Finally, after what felt like hours, Nyx came stumbling out of the front door, the female sauntering behind him. She leaned against the door and sent Aurora a wink, who grimaced and eyed the heir.

His hair was a mess, crown missing. His shirt was unbuttoned beneath his ruffled jacket and throat scattered with lipstick and bruises. Aurora rolled her eyes as he approached.