Recent content by Nadya

He fell asleep before she had. For a good few moments, she had wondered at what point reality would seep in and Cullen would take back all of it and wanted to go back to them not talking. This anxiety didn't allow her relax until the moment Cullen fell into a slumber and his breathing eased to...

When an opponent was much taller than her and began to counter her attacks from a lower point, it often left plenty of areas wide open for her to strike. Nadya did not exploit this straight away. Perhaps he knew he left quite a lot of opportunity for her to attack, and thus leading her into a...

Nadya breathed him in. He smelled of the soaps her sisters made, something floral but deep and woody to compliment. "You should bathe more often." She mused quietly. Her had rested at his shoulder, but it crept upwards to the nape of his neck. Feeling skin, she settled in closer to him. Of all...

In his arms, she felt settled at last. With his lips to her forehead, she felt as if the storm had returned to a calm. Nadya felt healed for the first time since everything happened to her, could feel the peace stretching inside her. "I can handle being thrown about, Cull." She bit down on her...

Nadya's eyes closed as she inhaled shakily. Those words would have filled her with joy, but now, she felt as if she had fractured anything that could happen between them. She exhaled, eyes fluttering open to stare into his gaze. "How could I tell you? When I always thought if I did, it was...

She didn't realise they were both on the floor now, not even as he arranged her beside him without jostling her too much. All she had thought of was hiding her face into his chest, that the feel of his arms around her was the only thing keeping her grounded when the sea of emotion and no control...

She tensed up, feeling him near her and his words fighting through the stormy winds buffeted at her ears and disorientating her. His words were spoken apology, a gentle stream of peaceful water waiting to be scooped into a bucket and thrown at the inferno that was her defenses. It hurt to hear...

She was losing him. It was unfurling before her, the hurt she could never fix. Her own and his, Nadya could not hild the rope flailing in the storm. She took that step he had backtracked, pushing him back further so that she could get out of his way. Tears ran freely down her cheeks, but she...

Cruel. Nadya had never thought herself capable but it only took Cullen saying it that she realised just what type of weaponry she forged to defend her walls. She had to be cruel to fend off anyone that dared to come after her or who Nadya loved. It came hand in hand with rising up in the ranks...

This was going to be a challenge. Not because she thought them to best her, but because she was not familiar with their fighting style. Going through basic training with the Thunder was when everyone was taught the same, but once you made it into the squads under each wing, that was where you...

This was merely another sparring session. Cullen knew her well, knew her body well in that sense that he could pin her to the wall. The venom lacing his voice fueled her fire, his actions pouring oil onto the simmering flames. Her hand came up, holding his jaw by his chin and forcing his head to...

She shot up from the bed, suddenly wishing to be far from him as she could be. Retreating to the large window at the opposite end of the room, she looked down to the tree they both had climbed and played around as children. She had waited there for him the day his parents were executed. She...

She knew the moment he realised she was a mistake. For the first few seconds, she felt her heart leap and swell, the confusion of her nerves as he held her tight and in place. The way she climbed into his lap to be as close to him as she could, finally home again with him. But she felt him...

He doesn't mean that... not truly. Doubt clouded her thoughts. Despite the way he held her, cradled her face, and stared down at her with those damned eyes, Nadya still could not believe his words. Because she had seen his fury, had felt it's scathing burns on her skin and heart when he turned...

She knew his fury as if it were her own. They both had grown up with it, had learned how to temper it, and Nadya made sure that Cullen was always seen without that burning in his eyes. She had grown up afraid, not of him, but for him. If anyone else were to see him that way, they may not...