E·ly·sian
/iˈliZH(ē)ən,eˈliZH(ē)ən,iˈlēZH(ē)ən,ēˈliZH(ē)ən/
adjective: Elysian
relating to or characteristic of heaven or paradise.
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APRIL 09, 2021 - JULY 20, 2021
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NYX
GRAVEYARD shifts were something every Glaive dreaded. Nyx, being the lucky man he was, was blessed with it. The Citadel was quieter than usual, the dark hallways lit up with chandeliers lining the ceiling of the corridor. He wandered around the building since he wasn't restricted to one area of the Citadel.
As it was a relatively peaceful day, Nyx chose to follow wherever his string led to, hoping to find her. He just hopes that she wasn't asleep. Does and Elysian sleep? Matter of fact, do Elysians even need basic necessities humans needed?
Soon, he found himself in the palace gardens, his heart thumping against his chest as he stepped deeper into the gardens. He felt the familiar tug of his string the deeper he ventured into the gardens, eyes frantically looking around, trying to catch a glimpse of her.
There she stood in front of flowers, flowers that were native to his home. He observed as she hummed a familiar tune, her hands carefully caressing each of the flowers. He took hesitant steps towards her afraid to break her peace.
"Hello, Nyx" His name rolled off of her tongue perfectly, as if his name was made just for her to speak. He stood frozen as she spoke, watching as she turned her head slightly to face him "How have you been?"
"I've been good" He knew damn well that was a lie. For the past few days he's been finding it hard to sleep or focus on any of his duties. You'd think that since he finally found his other half, he'd rest easy but it was the opposite. Day and night all he could think of was her and why she was clearly avoiding him.
"What are you doing here at this hour?" She asked.
"I was assigned to be one of tonight's guards" Nyx replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
"And why would they send a man of your caliber to be a palace guard?" Ilya asked as she turned her head back towards the flowers "You have a magical wall and strict borders to protect your city, nothing can come in or out"
"King's orders" More like Drautos', under the King's command "Nothing much I can do about it"
"Ah, of course" Ilya nodded as silence enveloped them again when she didn't continue, opting to give her attention towards the flowers. He hated the silence,
"Did I do something wrong?" Nyx finally asked, mustering up the courage.
She didn't respond right away, her hands pausing over the flowers she was admiring "And why would you think that?"
Why can't they just talk?
Why can't they just have a normal conversation like everybody else.
That was the thing, they weren't like everybody else.
