Nyx

Nyx had returned to the party and Willy had pulled out his guitar and notebook. Pencil in hand, music flowed from him. The bond was so strong, regardless of Nyx's misery. Willy only hoped he could lure him back to joy.

It wasn't until late the next morning that Willy awoke and checked his messages. Even when his phone made sound, he ignored it. It had buzzed all night, but the sidhe had been lost in his love for Nyx put to music.

His own music.

The song came to an abrupt halt when he saw the messages. He in the middle of dressing when he saw Hex leave Nyx's room and return with drinks. Moving closer, he could hear them and peeked in to see Nyx seemingly alright in his own bed. Willy wasn't thick, he could se ehe was hurt. He could feel he was injured.

But Hex was doting on him, devoted as ever. Certain Nyx was in good hands, he left them alone until...

...Until he simply couldn't take the scent of curry any longer.

He knocked on the door to Nyx's room and Hex opened it. Willy was greeted with a wide smile.

"He's alright," the blonde assured him. "Why don't you come in while I lean up, yeah?"

Hex gathered up all the take away and litter and left Willy to be with Nyx.

"The pictures were horrifying to wake up to," he said as he walked in.