Hannibal - Missed Meeting

Halloween had been eventful, to put it mildly, ending with a real bang when he found himself shoved right in front of a moving car. It could have been much worse, but thanks to Eliot's intervention and a few days in the fae lands, Nyx was mostly back on his feet a week later.

It wasn't until he'd returned to London that he realized he'd missed his standing appointment with Hannibal, and so later that day he'd made his way to Nocturne. Lingering at the front desk, he was looking much more like himself than he had in months. He was sober, for a start, his cheeks flushed with colour and body slightly less gaunt. He'd been eating properly and sleeping well- And it showed. He even smelled a bit sweeter, his magic thriving after time back home.

"Only if he's not busy," he told the person at the desk. "Thought I should apologize in person."