Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones [Keeva]

[Nymphetamine]

 The meadow was empty, or at least it could have been for all Nymphetamine cared. While in truth he was surrounded by many he only cared to see one. He had messed things up so terribly, all for what? His own closure? For power or status? When he thought of the fae with the lavender eyes he didn’t really know why anymore. Summer was still obvious in the meadow when he last saw her, tears stained her face, her voice shook in a slurry of anger, hurt and betrayal.  He didn’t really know what he would do if he saw her, how he would explain why he left her so upset without much of an explanation. There was little to say- or that he could say, not with the raven on his back. The damn invisible bird that watched and reported his interactions to Straia was always there, just no one knew it but him. 
 
He didn’t blame the raven queen for not completely trusting him especially since he came from gates with the front as spy. Luckily he had worded the situation to his favor. Gates thought he was spying for them, chamber thought he was spying for them, and he had to find away to make sure no found out the truth. How could he safely tell her that? What was the best way to keep her safe? There simply was only one  thing to do—not tell her anything and pray she would accept him. The blood bay shook the thoughts of the fae away. He hadn’t seen her in quite awhile. Fall was all over the meadow now, the leaves were changing and some had found their way to the ground.  He doubted the fae would be here, or come soon. But he was  determined to wait—she would have to pass through  here eventually, until then he would stay in the meadow. Gates and Chamber could wait.

Nymphetamine

in my heart, that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision