09-30-2019, 10:34 PM
[[Content Warning: Suicidal thoughts/mention]]
Now alone, Nyxxa felt coated in a layer of muck as she processed what had just occurred. He knew he had gotten to her.
What the fuck did I just do?
She felt sick to her stomach.
What the fuck am I going to do?
She was no closer to being able to help Arthak with what he asked of her. She knew more, but to follow through she knew she needed to do more. Compromise more. And if she didn't... then Arthak would likely look somewhere else. If the sword truly had it’s sway on him, he would be compelled to.
Her heart constricted her chest.
Nyxxa brought her hands up to her head, only to find something in the way. Thinking it an insect, she swatted it away from her face, only to realize too late it was attached to her. Looking down, long strands of hair now coiled loosely around her hand.
She hadn’t realized her hair was this long once more.
Hadn't she cut it? She distinctly recalled cutting it. Stupidly thinking the ritual would give her some kind of resolve.
And then Remnii...
She vaguely remembered Remnii had offered to help her fix her hair. A memory slightly clouded, as though she was looking at a reflection upon water.
Remnii had been kind to her. They shared a goal and fought the same long war. That’s why she had chosen to do something stupid that had wound up getting her killed. Why she had needed to kill to save face.
I wonder if anything I did ended up helping her? She could have made it without my help. I should have kept out of it... Ran away, or let that highborne woman kill me before I opened my damned mouth... Now two more men are dead, and I only made things worse for Remnii...
In the perception of the world around her, the blades at her hip sharpened and drew her attention.
Perhaps it was a mistake coming back at all.
Absentmindedly, she felt herself tracing along the blade of her glaives underneath their leather sheathes.
I was in the Twisting Nether. It would have stuck this time...
Instantly as the thought crossed her, Nyxxa withdrew her hand from the blade.
Stop. Stop. No time for that.
She shook her head, an attempt to shake away what gnawed at her. Though she knew it was a lot more difficult then that.
There was work to be done. And she was one of very few that could do it. With that in mind Nyxxa pushed herself forward, one hoof at a time, to whatever needed to be handled next.
Now alone, Nyxxa felt coated in a layer of muck as she processed what had just occurred. He knew he had gotten to her.
What the fuck did I just do?
She felt sick to her stomach.
What the fuck am I going to do?
She was no closer to being able to help Arthak with what he asked of her. She knew more, but to follow through she knew she needed to do more. Compromise more. And if she didn't... then Arthak would likely look somewhere else. If the sword truly had it’s sway on him, he would be compelled to.
Her heart constricted her chest.
Nyxxa brought her hands up to her head, only to find something in the way. Thinking it an insect, she swatted it away from her face, only to realize too late it was attached to her. Looking down, long strands of hair now coiled loosely around her hand.
She hadn’t realized her hair was this long once more.
Hadn't she cut it? She distinctly recalled cutting it. Stupidly thinking the ritual would give her some kind of resolve.
And then Remnii...
She vaguely remembered Remnii had offered to help her fix her hair. A memory slightly clouded, as though she was looking at a reflection upon water.
Remnii had been kind to her. They shared a goal and fought the same long war. That’s why she had chosen to do something stupid that had wound up getting her killed. Why she had needed to kill to save face.
I wonder if anything I did ended up helping her? She could have made it without my help. I should have kept out of it... Ran away, or let that highborne woman kill me before I opened my damned mouth... Now two more men are dead, and I only made things worse for Remnii...
In the perception of the world around her, the blades at her hip sharpened and drew her attention.
Perhaps it was a mistake coming back at all.
Absentmindedly, she felt herself tracing along the blade of her glaives underneath their leather sheathes.
I was in the Twisting Nether. It would have stuck this time...
Instantly as the thought crossed her, Nyxxa withdrew her hand from the blade.
Stop. Stop. No time for that.
She shook her head, an attempt to shake away what gnawed at her. Though she knew it was a lot more difficult then that.
There was work to be done. And she was one of very few that could do it. With that in mind Nyxxa pushed herself forward, one hoof at a time, to whatever needed to be handled next.