Recent content by Nym

Nym shook. When was the last time she had allowed herself to cry like this? To shake like this? Had she ever been so completely undone in her life? She wasn’t supposed to be vulnerable, she had spent her whole life armoured in anger and venom, but then, she wasn’t supposed to be held like this...

Nym’s brows knit tighter as Medja spoke. She was never capable of being as strong as this woman. Medja had clawed her way up from the ashes where Nym had been born into fire and had only ever managed to dig herself deeper into it, choking on smoke and ash until there was no way out. When the...

Stupid girl... There it was. The anger and frustration starting to breach the surface of Medja's composure. Something loosened in her chest. She shook her head slowly, almost in disbelief, a hollow laugh rasping out of her as she lifted her arm, staring at the space that her hand should have...

Nym hated that look in Medja’s eyes. Hate, rage, even mockery she could survive - she could spit in the face of those things, strike back at them and feel some small victory. But pity? Pity made her want to crumble to dust where she stood. Pity made her want to cease existing. She swallowed...

Nym's heart was racing as she awaited the inevitable, adrenaline flooding her system, causing nausea to churn in her stomach. She had expected fury, fire, some great display of Medja’s wrath, expected to be torn apart by the woman’s power and left in pieces on the palace floor. But this quiet...

The sound of Medja’s voice, that raw betrayal in it... Nym felt it coil around her throat like a noose, strangling the air from her lungs, making her chest ache with the weight of it. Her lips parted, but no words came at first. Only silence, thick and suffocating. Her gaze, sharp as a...

The groaning of the great doors was like a death knell through the hollow chamber. Nym stepped into the cavernous silence with her chin held high, her bare feet whispering against the marble floor. A single guard shadowed her, moving her along as she faltered for a moment at the sight of Medja...

She kicked and thrashed as he dragged her toward the forge, her blood hot and slick beneath her, leaving a trail that smeared across the stone floor. Her vision swam, black spots bursting like ink across her sight, threatening to swallow everything whole. Her free and only hand struck at him...

Her breath caught like a sharp thing in her throat, clenching around the cry that wanted to tear free.. This was it... It hadn't been what she'd imagined for herself, but she couldn't find any regret. The venom burned like acid. It would get worse. Gods, it would get so much worse. But she...

She watched him - silent, unmoving save for the faint shudders still rattling his large frame. The antidote would work, eventually. The venom would leave him with every nerve tender as a burn for a time, but it would not kill him. Nym shifted to sit on the ground, her back resting against his...

The vial remained where it hovered, its cloudy contents catching the low light. But when he didn’t reach for it, when instead he turned those failing eyes up toward her, helpless, ruined and confused, her head tilted ever so slightly. Like a curious child peering at a dying thing in the dust...

Her brow lifted, just a touch. Curious. So he did want to live after all. Nym watched as his hand twitched toward the shattered remains, the milk-blue antidote already seeping into the cracks of the floor. Too slow. Too weak. Her lips pressed into a thin line, not in satisfaction, but in...

Nym didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Didn’t look away. She simply stepped back one pace, a precaution. She had waited for this. Not just today. For years. She waited for it. The inevitable surprise to cross his face. Then the pain, and finally, the realisation. She watched it all unfold.. For...

He surely wanted to die. That had to be the only reason he dared to reach up and touch her face. To not only acknowledge the tears she shed but wipe them away, like he had the right. Like he had earned any gentleness between them. Like she hadn't wanted to carve his name into the graveyard of...

Her hand trembled, the blade trembling with it, and for a moment her whole body seemed to shake. The question he asked struck something deeper than any blade. Her jaw clenched, teeth grinding in effort not to let her face betray the tears welling in her eyes. But they gathered there all the...