Long, long, long ago... Post-Creation, Pre-Olympian Era

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Nyx did not approve.

When Styx had begun seeing more and more of the Titan, appearing on the surface world, of all places, Nyx had not approved.

When Styx had brought her beau, Pallas, to meet her and Erebos in an official capacity, Nyx had not approved.

And when Pallas had asked permission to marry her daughter Nyx had not approved

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After breaking away from the gathering, he went after his wife.

He found her in their gardens. Silently, he watched her pace. It was clear to Erebos that Nyx did not. like. Pallas. But their daughter was in love with him, and Pallas would give her the strength and the support that a proper husband should. He was even looking forward to grandchildren. Though. He would never admit to it.

After watching Nyx for a few moments, he revealed himself from the shadows of a tall-growing honeysuckle vine.

"Nyx," he said.

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Her head whipped around and her fists clenched as her chiton straightened itself. There he was. In all his lurksome, looming glory. Her husband. The presumptuous Lord of the Dark.

"Erebos," she gritted out, flipping hanging curls behind her back as she turned to face him.

She tried - oh, how she tried - to remain silent, to keep a veneer of calm. But it was too much. It wasn't only that he ignored her instincts. It wasn't only that he was too blind to see what to Nyx was all too apparent. It was that he'd presumptuously given his approval - and tacitly, hers as well - to this union without consulting her.

"Honestly, husband. How dare you?"

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He sighed inwardly and approached his wife. It looked as if she were about to go up in steam.

"How dare I -- What? Approve of a fine strong man to tend the daughter that will soon leave us? Seek to keep our little river happy? Expect that you wish the same? How dare I what, Nyx? Why do you dislike the titan so deeply? He had never been anything but respectful to us. He is of fine breeding. And he loves our Styxie more than Styx loves him. This is a good match."

He frowned at her, bracing his hands on her slight shoulders.

"Nyx. Is it that you are having problems letting go of our river?"

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It was not to be borne. Anger would be one thing; outrage even better. But this? This... condescending inquiry? These irrelevant questions?

As though she were the one to have trouble letting go of the children... fair enough, when Aither and Hemera had gone, it had been hard for her. As their children slowly grew and came into their own power, as their departure to their own domains became imminent, it was certainly difficult for Nyx, and though she had done her best to be supportive, Erebos knew well that it caused a bit of an ache in her to see them go. But she had never tried to hold them back, especially when it was obvious that it was best for them.

This was not what was best for Styx