Worth the Wait

Nyx Ulric was charming. He was handsome, fearless, confident... He was a hero, as many of his fellow Kingsglaive had taken to calling him in jest. He was quick with his twin blades, and an absolute nightmare in combat, relying heavily on warping, which made him unpredictable and lethal.

Nyx Ulric was a warrior of the highest caliber, and everyone knew it, including him. His charisma was off the charts; he had a kind of magnetism to him that seemed to draw in anyone who got too close, whether they wanted to be or not.

And Nyx Ulric pissed you off.

He was an exemplary Glaive, there was no doubt about that. Loyal to a fault and a good fighter to boot, the two of you shouldn't have been at odds. Your personalities were close enough that, in all honesty, you should have hit it off well with him.

But there was something about him that just rubbed you the wrong way. Perhaps it was his confidence, which often seemed to threaten to jump the line into arrogance, or it might have been the way he acted like nothing could ever hurt him, charging straight into danger without pausing to think about it first.

Whatever the reason, you tried to avoid him for the most part. And by and large, you had been successful.

Until you had decided to spend some time in the training room one morning. You were just finishing up your stretches when Nyx appeared in the doorway. This surprised you; you didn't think you had ever seen him come here before. Then again, you usually took great pains to be wherever he wasn't, so that might have been why.

You straightened, noticing that you weren't the only one who found his presence a bit odd.

"Hey, hero! I thought you gave up coming here months ago," someone called, making the Glaive's slate-blue eyes cut across to him.

"Yeah, I did, but I'm bored. When you're not on assignment, there's not much to do around here unless you leave the Citadel, but I'm not off-duty yet. So I thought I would come see if anyone was up for a little fight."

Duties at the Citadel could sometimes get a little murky. Kingsglaive members weren't allowed to leave until the end of the day, but occasionally, they wouldn't be assigned a specific duty, so they were free to roam as they wished, as long as they remained within the vicinity. This was the situation you had found yourself in that day.

Most of the Glaives used the time to better their abilities or tend to their equipment, but occasionally, a black sheep would be found who didn't know what to do with themselves.

Today, that black sheep was Nyx.

His eyes scanned the scattered population of the room before finally settling on you, making you stiffen.

"How about you, (Name)? You don't look too busy. Wanna go a round or two?" He gave you a small smile. On anyone else, it would have been charming, but you knew him well enough to see the edge of wickedness beneath it.