Nymphetamine took her in; her dulled coat, her sunken lavender eyes, the stains from past tears shed. He usually didn’t care to rescue little fae’s that couldn’t rescue themselves. The blood bay didn’t usually care to feel the need to care how he affected others- he was young, and needed to make his name known. Then Keeva waltzed into the scenario and he quite literally lost himself for a moment. They collided, crashed into one another in a way that he had no way to explain. It was extremely inconvenient; he was not planning on winning over a fae, to take on that responsibility. Yes, their collision was quite inconvenient, but he did not wish it way. Nymphetamine cherished her in a way he assumed his father cherished his mother…or something. He didn’t know what to make of it- he was too young to have experienced this. He had seen others and learned from them what it was to have affections- but to be in it himself was nothing like he had expected. He took her in; and wanted to make everything right.
He stilled as she spoke, hearing her release the previous stallion from blame, his rage receding, though he felt a little twinge of frustration spring up with the lass. She mustn’t let grief or worry of him effect her so- he would be gone often and she would have to go on- no matter what she knew of him or his whereabouts. He stopped, untangled himself from herm and moved several paces away, needing the physical distance to say what he must. Nymphetamine was stern with her in this- he could see her shrivel up into nothing over him. He looked at her seriously, with a tough of sadness hidden within his dark eyes. “You have to promise me you will be more careful, I can’t promise much, but I can promise being with me will not be easy.” He didn’t mean to chastise her, but he need her to be strong, even if there was reason to worry. He won’t tell her exactly what he was doing- she needed to be able to deny knowing anything for certain. He could however prepare her. He had a feeling he wouldn’t want her to be out of his sights for long now—and neither would she.
He moved back to her side as she spoke, and sure enough, she spoke of not wanting to be away from him. His sense of procession and responsibility for the lavender-eyed fae increased. In all honesty he already considered her his- despite not needing the complication. The blood stag took in the cooling air, trying to decide how to address this moving forward. He safety was at his main concern- and together would not always be the safest for her. He sighed heavily; the thoughts whirling through his mind were cumbersome. There had to be a way. Strong words fell from his mouth, breaking the moment, bringing in reality. “I cannot take you with me everywhere, lass. I can’t tell you everything it would place you in too much danger. I do not think you naïve enough not to sense I am involved in something…tricky. Too keep you safe means to keep you distance from me, at least to some extent. The young conjurer wrapped his neck over the top of hers letting his head rest upon her withers, as she trailed her muzzle to his shoulder. I have pulled you into my life, it may be to late to keep you safe, in reality, and even I cannot fight an entire kingdom. So I will just have to be successful, on all fronts. When this is done- I will take you with me
for good.
What a mess this collision has caused of him. He was torn, and lost in the newness of this. He was resolved to do so much, now he had this all consuming fae that tore him open like a 10 blade cuts flesh. He knew not what was to come…and she might easily not like his truthful response, though the reality was she would have to- if she wished to keep him. Nymphetamine knew there was no chance of protecting her otherwise. He decided to push aside the future, the worry, and just enjoy her- and actually get to know her- the intensity of the collision had made him over look the fact he knew little about her. Come, let’s walk.
The blood bay pull away from fae and began to walk, not that he had a grand purpose, other than to change things up. Ok, Ok….and to help her start building her muscles back. She would have to be in shape to try and come with him- though he had yet to fully decide on that. Nymphetamine looked over at Keeva thinking of all he didn’t know about her. He knew she wasn’t a drama fan, and that she had been unhappy about her last herd. But that was generally it. He should know more. ”So, I have so many questions. Why do I no longer smell your stallion anymore? I also realized- we don’t actually know anything about each other. He snorted a laugh- it was true, though he felt he understood her spirit there as little about her past they had discussed. She didn’t know he was a necromancer, or how he came to Bequanna, she didn’t know about the bird that reported his every move to Straia (and she would never know). He listened for her reply and they walked around the meadow together, ignoring all the what-if that leaving this meadow together would bring.
Nymphetamine
in my heart, that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision