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John was up top in the crows nest, a pitiful roost looking up at it, but a space enchanted to be large and comfortable and warm, accomodating even a desk and John's telescope.

He was sitting on the floor, though, comfortable in among the cushions, watching the movement of the backbone of night.

He could hear someone climbing and his belly rumbled at the thought of perhaps getting a late bite from someone.

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From:

tempting_the_fates

Nyx was silent for a moment, then offered his only theory.

"Q and Hex are best friends. Hex is in love with Q. He can't kill Hex, his little pet might turn on him. Leave, even. But he can bind Hex to me, give him his own pet."

From:

petty_dabbler

John turned his head slowly to look at him.

"I heard you down there, shouting. You really think that's the plan?" he asked.

From:

tempting_the_fates

"I didn't say it was a good plan. Perhaps Bond expected me to be quiet and well behaved. The fragile little artist... But no, I think this is exactly what he expected. Hex, apparently, has violent tastes. Exactly what I'll beg for in time. The first time I submit, our fates are sealed," Nyx said softly.

From:

petty_dabbler

"What do you mean?" he asked. "That sounds ominous."

From:

tempting_the_fates

"Once we share our passion, we'll become obsessed with one another. A sadist and a nymph? That is simply tempting the fates, my friend," Nyx shrugged.

From:

petty_dabbler

"But here you are, with me," John noted. "Might not even be a problem."

It was going to become a problem. He could feel it.

From:

tempting_the_fates

"You don't strike me as an optimist," was all Nyx said to that.

From:

petty_dabbler

"I don't tend to be, no," he chuckled.

From:

tempting_the_fates

"So tell me what you really think," Nyx nudged gently. "Am I doomed?"

From:

petty_dabbler

John thought, then shrugged.

"Only if Hex realizes and, mate...there's a good chance he won't," John told him honestly. "If you keep your mouth shut, he'll keep his hands off you and that'll sort that. Then we just need to break the spell."

From:

tempting_the_fates

Nyx nodded a bit, but part of him knew there was no chance. He'd already told Hex too much, eventually the magic would win.

"Luck hasn't been on my side of late."

From:

petty_dabbler

"Have you done anything to call luck to you?" he asked, brows arched curiously.

From:

tempting_the_fates

"No, but I haven't had much chance," Nyx said. "And my magic is... It's unhappy about being bound."

From:

petty_dabbler

John reached over to rest his hand on Nyx's and gave him another jolt of magic. Just a small bite.

"It'd be happier if you got what you needed from Hex...but then, you're right, you'd never be rid of him."

From:

tempting_the_fates

Nyx gasped at the zap, swallowing hard and nodding.

"It seems like a dangerous path."

From:

petty_dabbler

"Once you leave your garden, every path is dangerous," he replied.

From:

tempting_the_fates

"Pity I was torn from it then. I never wanted to leave the garden. I never asked for danger. I was happy, I knew joy," Nyx insisted.

From:

petty_dabbler

"Do you think joy only lives there, and nowhere else in the world?" John asked.

The way he mused and had his eyes on the stars, it seemed more philosophical than a question for Nyx specifically.

His pipe had also gone to ash. If Nyx visited often at all, he'd find John his most contemplative when the pipe was finished.

From:

tempting_the_fates

"I've yet to find it anywhere else. Do you find joy here?" he asked bluntly. "Is this happiness? Or is it simply a place to make do."

From:

petty_dabbler

"There will be no happiness for me, lad. It simply ensures that the fewest possible people can be hurt by my power," he confessed, not thinking too deeply about what he was saying.