08-11-2019, 06:40 PM
He did not release her. Nim’s eyes widened, the angle at which he pinched her wrist sparking tears. “I’ve taken nothing!” she pleaded, but her insistence met naught but deaf ears. His gaze pierced like he might dig through the fugue of her mind to find a more acceptable answer, though she had none to give. The scald of his mistrust burned despite the volatility of their relationship, until the heave of her sob was more disappointment of his harsh treatment than true fear. The grimnir could not hurt her here. Not unless she allowed it.
“You warded this yourself, Nimeda,” he said, shaking her wrist until she obliging peered at the pattern burned into her palm. It meant nothing to her, just as the track of her tears meant nothing to him. Frustration brimmed from his expression, lighting a mad gleam in his mismatched eyes. Her distress echoed out like leaping waves, shimmering the world around them wildly, calling upon aid unlikely to come unless Mara was listening. Even then she was not sure she wished her creatures to take a bite. She had seen this one’s darkest dreams, and she did not wish that prison upon him.
His jaw flexed as he loomed close. After the explosion of his temper, now he drew frigid as the waters she swam in Ice Land. It chilled her like the Grey Lady’s own dwelling, deep down into her bones as she searched the calculation in his eyes. “If you cannot answer, I will hunt you down, Nimeda. In the waking world.” The vise released, and she gasped as the blood flowed anew, clutching the hand to her chest. “Pray you have not stolen from me. For your own sake.”
“You warded this yourself, Nimeda,” he said, shaking her wrist until she obliging peered at the pattern burned into her palm. It meant nothing to her, just as the track of her tears meant nothing to him. Frustration brimmed from his expression, lighting a mad gleam in his mismatched eyes. Her distress echoed out like leaping waves, shimmering the world around them wildly, calling upon aid unlikely to come unless Mara was listening. Even then she was not sure she wished her creatures to take a bite. She had seen this one’s darkest dreams, and she did not wish that prison upon him.
His jaw flexed as he loomed close. After the explosion of his temper, now he drew frigid as the waters she swam in Ice Land. It chilled her like the Grey Lady’s own dwelling, deep down into her bones as she searched the calculation in his eyes. “If you cannot answer, I will hunt you down, Nimeda. In the waking world.” The vise released, and she gasped as the blood flowed anew, clutching the hand to her chest. “Pray you have not stolen from me. For your own sake.”