Nyx

[drfeelbad]

House was having a rough day. Not only had one of the poison antidotes he'd been working on turned out to be a dismal failure this morning (just ask the dead squirrel he'd been using as a test subject), but also his leg fucking hurt.

He was considering going to Hannibal's. A massage and an orgasm might do him wonders. But first he decided he just needed a decent meal and a drink. A drink or five. So he went to Hex's inn and sat at the bar, digging into a meat pie while a glass with two fingers of whiskey in it sat beside him.

His cane was leaning against the bar beside him, but someone bumped it and it clattered to the floor loudly. He sighed and started to bend over to pick it up.

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[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh! A maker, that's exciting," Nyx beamed. "I love human inventions."

[drfeelbad]

"Yeah?" House reached into one of his many pockets and pulled out a small, carved wooden horse. He set it on the bar, tapped it, and it began to trot around.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Nyx looked delighted, crouching a bit for a better view.

"That's amazing!"

[drfeelbad]

House smiled and scooped up the horse. "A combination of mechanics and magic."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"What a wonder. Aren't you cleaver?" he grinned, genuinely impressed.

[drfeelbad]

A smile quirked at House's lips; he couldn't help but enjoy the praise. "Well. I like to think so." He put the horse back into his pocket and picked up the scone and took a bite. "This is good."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Wish I could say I made it, but the cook just sets them aside for me," Nyx admitted with a little laugh.

[drfeelbad]

"Would you like to have a drink with me?" House asked. Almost surprising himself, but he was kind of glad for the company. His leg still hurt, but at least he'd forgotten about it for a moment.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Nyx considered the fairly empty bar, then nodded.

"Sure," he smiled.

[drfeelbad]

House gestured to the stool next to him. "My treat. I have a tab." Which he sometimes just paid off by bringing Hex various medicines he could use in his witching.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Nyx got himself a little drink and sat down beside him.

"It's lovely here, don't you think? Like a home I never really knew one could have."

[drfeelbad]

"The city?" House asked. "Or the inn?" He wasn't sure that either really deserved that amount of praise though.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"The inn, I've not seen much of the city," Nyx admitted. "Have you always lived here?"

[drfeelbad]

"For many, many years," House said. "It's as agreeable as anywhere else to live. And the inn... sure. It's nice. Good food."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I love it," Nyx said. "To me this is wonderful. It's warm and comforting."

[drfeelbad]

"Very different than what you're use to?" House said. "You don't seem cold."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Where I grew up, my Kin were quite cold and aloof I think. I was a black sheep," Nyx said, looking uneasy.

[drfeelbad]

"Or a nice pastel rainbow sheep, among the boring gray ones," House said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Nyx let out a soft laugh.

"Perhaps," he agreed. "And you? What colour is your wool?"

[drfeelbad]

"Oh very black," House laughed.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Nyx giggled softly at that, all smiles.

[drfeelbad]

"There's something terribly charming about you," House said, sounding almost surprised. He wasn't used to finding people charming.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Told you, I'm fae. It's my magic- You can likely smell it. Makes people charmed. Sometimes makes them more than charmed," he added with a cheeky grin.

[drfeelbad]

House didn't really like the idea that it was just magic, and besides.... "Also you're just hot," he said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You're sweet," Nyx said, his voice a low purr before he started to laugh again.