Recent content by Niamh

Niamh sighed again. Each word that left Amos' mouth making things so, so much more complicated than even she could have predicted. She pulled her hand to her face, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration. "I would like to say I am surprised to know that neither of you has taken any...

"Hmm." Niamh twisted a ring on her finger, one made of whichever of the crystals her brother had deemed to be imperfect for their purpose, but perfect enough as a gift for her birthday. She glanced over at the golden plate while he explained it all- the same way Kaeden had last time she asked...

Shit. He really knew so little of what happened. Her brother wasn't there and would probably be just as little help as Amos was. "What is more important: the gems or the inventions?" She truly did not know. She never asked. She didn't even know what half the stuff in the little room did or...

Niamh remained by Gella's side, her feline grin plastered on her face as her eyes surveyed the crowd and as she listened between their collective thoughts on the new hire. Some had shifted from moments before, from disgusting and degrading, to something more akin to respect. While others seemed...

Niamh savored the panic plastered on Amos‘ face, the way she could see his pulse speed up on his too-thin neck as she crept closer. Too close. She knew little of their work, save for a few mentions of the powerless pieces Kaeden had gifted her for birthdays and holidays. Science, not magic...

The edges of her mouth curled into what seemed like a smile on her otherwise emotionless face, growing ever so slightly as he scrambled for anything he could use to persuade Niamh into helping him. She knew she would already agree to help him, but the offer piqued her curiosity. "You can keep...

She raised a brow, but a quick intrusion into his thoughts would reveal that he was telling Niamh the truth. "So you have no idea where Kaeden is. Are you sure that he didn't go insane after one of our father's latest antics and trash this place himself?" She was partly joking. She waited...

The corners of her mouth were upturned, she smiled and followed behind Gella as he led her into the lion's den. She fought the instinct to tug at the minds she heard the moment her heel met the filthy floor of the Hag's Head. A disgusting mass of creatures with equally disgusting thoughts...

The irritated tapping of her toes on the cold floor echoed and reverberated off of the fractured crystals. She fought the urge to laugh in his face and suggest, ever so unkindly, to go tell an officer. Fought off telling him to tell someone who cares until he hit her with one tiny detail she had...

A red brow raised at the half-insane cripple. For a moment, she contemplated if whatever ailment Amos had was finally consuming his mind as she watched him behave like a man with a fatal infection, delirious with fever. A last burst of energy. But as he flailed, a sort of bemused look crossed...

"Watch it, rat!" Niamh spat at the little grey-haired creature of a woman sprinting down the street, arms full of some useless shit. Beggars. Niamh glared at her as she bumped into other passersby, never once letting her useless, worthless peasant belongings fall to the ground. A final glare in...

“Bringing magic to the people? Are you two mad?” She spoke over Amos, raising a brow as she questioned him. Had they not been cut off she would have continued. The defensive stance Amos took to cover her neck alerted her more than the creaking of the door. She held still, except for her eyes...

"No." Niamh answered the questions of both Amos and Kaeden. No, she had no memory other than hearing a flicker of some thoughts she couldn't quite understand and the dart in her hand. And no, she was not okay. Even with her stupid brother shouting at their kidnappers, it was too damn quiet...

Niamh nodded weakly in response to Kaeden's question. Yes she could hear him- and she could hear the others just beyond the box they were crammed inside. Her eyes went wide when Kaeden got up and began to shout. He couldn't be so stupid. What little energy she did have was brought forth...

Thoughts from either man would not find themselves in Niamh’s head. There was something about her chains- the magic which saturated them seemed to negate her own. She flinched as cold fingers were placed on her neck, glassy eyes opening only halfway to stare back at Amos. They then shifted...