unreadytodie

It had been a while since Eliot had seen Nyx, and a lot had happened. Aaron's possession, and the two of them becoming... whatever they were now. Becoming part owner of the bar, even if it was just because his boss had thought that he was marching into his death.

But he'd found himself thinking of Nyx when he heard one of his songs on the radio, and had texted him to ask if he wanted to have a drink. Just a spot Eliot liked, sort of in the middle of where they both lived.

His face brightened as soon as he saw Nyx walk in. He slid from his stool at the bar and gave him a bit hug. "Gorgeous, as always," he said, and kissed his cheek.