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A chain and a collar can imprison a nobleman, but what could entrap a devil?
Only the innocence of a fallen angel.
Once upon a time, there was...
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∞ Agenor's POV ∞
The next days could be described in one simple word, Happiness
Nyx has undergone a positive change in his attitude towards me and his new life on Martina. He now seems more relaxed and accepting of his situation. I am thrilled to see that he has also accepted me, which is evident in his adorable habit of kissing me every morning before heading out to work. I kind of required it from him for a few times at first, but he soon started doing it on his own. I wasn't even certain he realizes it. As much as I wanted to spend more time with him during the day, I resisted the urge to follow him around, as I didn't want to disrupt his new routine. By giving him the space he needed, I believed that he had been able to establish stronger connections and some allied on Martina.
Although he continued to overwork himself, I managed to spend time with him by calling him to the forecastle and ordering him to rest. As the newest and relatively weak member of the crew, I could see how the other mates treated him like a cabin boy, burdening him with their chores. While it was good that he was kept busy, I knew they mostly meant to harass him, which irritated me. Nyx, however, seemed to manage it well, so I did my best not to interfere. However, he was so overloaded with daily work that he would return to the cabin late and thoroughly exhausted. While he was okay with it, I was pained to halt our private activities whenever he was worn out, which was almost always the case. Except for a few moments of conversation, all I got to do was talk with him a little bit, which brightened up my day.
Despite the limited time we had together, I was getting used to our new routine. We shared a morning kiss, exchanged a few looks during the day, and occasionally ate with the crew down in the hull. At night, to my great surprise and even greater joy, he stopped resisting my kisses and even reciprocated every now and then. Our ritual continued with him holding his pendant, which I had taken from him and now wore myself. This idea made him come to me every night, and I no longer had to force myself to be close to him. He liked to open the pendant and stare at it for a few moments. I evidently took advantage of the situation, hugged him and let him take his time. Having him sit there quietly, staring at my chest, became a moment I looked forward to the whole day. Then we would sleep with him nestled between my arms, breathing in his hair and neck, which calmed my nerves and soothed me.
Like I said, Happiness
Well... at least this continued for few weeks... until it got fucked up.
∞ Nyx's POV ∞
The next days could be described in one simple word, Felicity
A daily routine and work on Martina became a comfort for me, and Agenor treated me kindly, not getting angry for many days. It was a first for me, and I found myself feeling more at ease around him. Sailing all day long was something I really enjoyed, despite being busy all the time. The rhythm of the waves, the open skies, and the free horizon helped me forget any worries or fatigue.
