Barry
Noctis watched her love and knew that any risk of deadly conflict between them had been quashed. His body was still experiencing the high of power, the rush of energy when tapping into their parents form that made any demigod feel nearly drunk. He swayed slightly where he stood, his burning eyes never leaving her back as she retreated from him. She was just boned underneath that all that fine clothing and pretty hair, her lovely face was a painted mask onto a skull canvas that wore it wonderfully. 

It made her feel somehow more human. As if beneath all that beauty and otherworldly grace and deep pride was just a bunch of bones like him, like any man. He wanted to care, wanted to apologize for what he'd done to her- to the villagers. In a way he did, deep down and truly he did but on the surface he simply felt... Wonderful. 

So this was a game they were playing? Well how many games had he played throughout the years? *Yet all it took was one loss.* Still he breathed, still he walked these damned realms. As she returned to the ship, he still stood in the charred clearing and laughed. 

- - - - 

It was well past two am when Eliza would hear a knock at her door, several hours after they'd parted. When she opened the door, she'd find a rather exhausted looking Noctis with grey eyes instead of silver or amber and a black short sleeved tunic and some leather pants, with high worn leather boots. He carried no weapon and had no armor on, just what seemed to be a field medics kit in his hand. 

"May I come in, Lady Tenebrien." He asked, leaning against her doorframe and watching with aged grey eyes that did not match the youthful face he possessed. His tone wasn't light, but it wasn't tense- it simply sounded tired. "We still have some matters of business to discuss."
Reginald
Eliza sat before the quaint vanity in the captains quarters aboard the Onyx Crest. She stared into the mirror with a blank expression as she brushed her hair with a elegant silver comb engraved with cats and elegant carvings. She paused mid stroke of her arm and adverted her gaze towards the door, more importantly the dreadful knocking coming from the other side. She sighed as she made her way to the door, begrudgingly opening it to be met with her *Favorite* Demi god- Noctis. 

Eliza was wearing an elaborate gown with an open back, as she had been awake for a few hours she was able to dress to her own standards- although she looked rather drained. The encounter the two shared the other day had taken a lot out of Eliza mentally, she was annoyed he would even disturb her so soon even if it was for *Business*

"What is it?" 

Eliza spoke plainly, a hint of irritability was apparent in her tone. She was still unsure on how she felt about Noctis, and the group as a whole- she had almost left hours ago back to her manor, to safety, to her family. But she had ulterior motives, and Noctis seemed to as well. 

"Why don't you come in, I don't care to go out tonight."
Barry
She was an unlit vision of grace, the subtle curves of her body on display beneath and against the dark fabrics she'd donned upon herself. His silver eyes wanted to travel, but his mind didn't not let that weakness take hold and give sway. Instead he gaze took in her face, though that would do no better. Truly as beautiful as Esme, another side of the same coin, a type of beauty that wasn't fair- shouldn't be fair. An ironic thought coming from Noctis, one that made a sick bubble of twisted mirth pop acidly in his stomach. 

Esme. The witch of twilight, a woman's who's heart was good and who's powers always danced dangerously close to the dark- the time between night and day. Never fully in either. She'd been part of the reason he'd come tonight. As she invited him in, he swept passed her and went to her vanity, moving aside her things and setting down a lacquered wooden box. With a deft hand he flicked open the box to reveal a syringe and three glass vials. It was impossible for shadows to form under his eyes, his body wouldn't allow had he not slept for a week. Yet still he seemed tired, worn out- paler. As if someone had sapped the color from him, left him nothing but a pretty marble statue that forgot it shouldn't move. 

"I want you to leave, Eliza." He said once he'd finished setting up, straightening and turning to look at her with those strangely mortal grey eyes. Not the vibrant silver, but a plain and human grey. "And I don't want you to go home yet."
Reginald
Eliza's eyes widened with rage as Noctis brushed her belongings aside, reaching out to grab the delicates before they fell onto the floor. She grunted as she put them on the nightstand and quickly adverted her gaze towards the man before her. 

Her anger softened as she laid eyes upon him, he was so disheveled she barely recognized him. Once a powerhouse of divine energy with pools of silver for eyes he looked rather- human now, it was killing her appetite... His blood didn't seem to smell as delicious as before either. With a soft expression, her brows arches with sympathy she spoke, completely disregarding anything he said and instead honing in on his weak appearance. 

"Business can wait- I'm more interested in whate- What happened to *You*?" 

Eliza stumbled over her speech, she couldn't help but be concerned for Noctis, more so concerned for his godhood... His blood surely tasted disgustingly mortal now. It almost saddened her to see him in such a state, she could only imagine what's wrong with him, his eyes were no longer an enchanting pool of silver but a dull human grey.
Barry
"The gap between us isn't as large as you think it is, Eliza Tenebrian." He growled, flashing his perfect pearl like teeth. Then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, though it all fell perfectly back into place as if he'd never touched it. Still he rested his forehead upon his palm and looked at her from the corner of his eye. She'd flipped her switch so quickly- only nights ago she'd been willing to actually *Murder* Him. His mind ran through the reasons why she'd care with her genuinely concerned not even being on the list of possibilities. Still the softer tone she had now was... Alluring. He blinked his eyes closed and shook his head. 

"You're worried that my blood is no good anymore. Well fear not, my mana is just... Severely drained. All that 'impressive magic'" He said, making air quotes with one free hand, "Is a lot more draining than you'd think. Especially tapping into my fathers power. Mortals aren't supposed to wield the power of the gods- it's dangerously addictive and will incinerate you if done carelessly." He said simply. "My blood is still just as good- perhaps even more potent now. If you're smelling a difference it's because my body is grappling with my mortal half." 

He sat up and stood, crossing the room to push her door closed and lock it. 

"Are your curiosities satisfied, my lady?" He asked, walking back over to the vanity and going about arranging the vials and pulling some parchment from his pants pocket, as well as a quill and ink pot.
Reginald
Eliza peered over to Noctis as he moved vials and... Ink? Was he preparing a contract of sorts? The idea was amusing to her, but comedy aside Eliza was curious. Disregarding it for the moment she sat on the bed and crossed her legs.

"So that's what you showed me on our promenade? The visage of a god? Tantalizing." 

Eliza spoke plainly as Bris meowed through the halls and stampeded into the captains quarters. The small cat hissed at Noctis before jumping into Eliza's lap and nuzzling her before rolling onto its belly. 

Eliza gently scratched the cats tummy, occasionally pulling her hand away so that the small feline could bat away at her fingers playfully.

"Care to explain the vials? The ink? Surely you aren't here to have me sign anything." 

Eliza scoffed after she spoke, gently picking up the cat and setting the cat onto a pillow- Bris attacking the pillow moments after being set down. 

Eliza then looked back at Noctis, frowning at the still unfamiliar sight of his decrepit appearance. To her dismay he was still as handsome as ever, his beautifully holy visage enchanting her gaze as it laid upon him. She then peered back to the vials, as well as the parchment... So he was having her sign something...

"What brings you here Noctis, you seem to have an *Agenda*"

As Eliza spoke she stood, her tall figure now a few feet away from the demi god as she walked closer to him, glancing over his shoulder to get a better look at the items on the vanity. 

"I hope you have a good reason for almost breaking my vial of gorgon blood. Great for the skin."