Nyx
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.
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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"I like meeting new people, all sorts. I like learning and chatting and making connections," Nyx explained. "And you are interesting and nice."
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"Thank you, you are kind to say so," Nyx beamed.
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"I don't, but I'm dreadfully sheltered," Nyx giggled.
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"I could fill it for you," the fae said with a playful grin.
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""That depends, how well do you tip?" Nyx teased.
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"Quite well," he promised him.
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Nyx laughed brightly, then grinned. "Then flirt away," he chuckled, refilling the man's glass.
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Still, even if he had no reason to think this was going anywhere, it was kind of fun to flirt. Hadn't Hex told him he should? And he also didn't give a rat's ass if someone saw him flirting with a man. There were some benefits of being powerful and useful.
"I'm afraid I'm not the sort to recite poetry," House said with a quirked smile. "If you're into that sort of thing. What are you into?"
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"I suppose I'm still learning that," Nyx replied, looking thoughtful. "I like kindness, I like when a person is warm and easy to speak with... I suppose everyone likes that though," he admitted.
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"It's my magic," Nyx assured him. "I'm ensnaring you as we speak. Every word has a tinge of magic to it, few can resist. I don't mean to do it though," he promised.
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"Nymphs are naturally enticing, our magic provokes lust and desire. It's passive, people find us naturally charming, even when we're not," Nyx shrugged.
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"I believe it," Nyx assured him. "Just because I'm enticing doesn't mean I'm not enchanting," he quipped.
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Nyx giggled again. "I don't know that term," he confessed.
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This was definitely the weirdest flirting he'd ever done. Though he was out of practice anyway.
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"Ohhhh... Well, you are handsome, so I will call you hot too," Nyx said cheerfully.
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"Pretty good, though I'd suggest not asking for a ranking next time," he teased. "A lack of confidence isn't terribly desirable, I don't think."
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