Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones [Keeva]

[Nymphetamine]

Nymphetamine knew that a part of him could be happy in Chamber. He didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t start this job, no this life to fall in with Chamber. Chamber was supposed to be the enemy- he was supposed to want to take them down. The necromancer still had the same end goal but the draw he felt to Chamber was unexpected this quickly. Yes, many of the inhabitants were odd- twisted and cruel. Yes, they didn’t meet the code of morality that most of Bequanna did, but he knew his mind and knew that in reality Chamber could suit him. 
 
Keeva might smell Chamber upon him but she didn’t know why- and she didn’t know how he felt about Chamber how he knew in a way he already was one of them. Her temper erupted and she spoke angrily of her own abilities and what he must promise to her. A promise he could not keep, not in earnest. He listened intently, his eyes flashing with his own temper, which was easy enough ignite.  His anger was not truly at her, she had a point after all. No, his anger was a deflection of his feeling about Chamber- even if he wasn’t aware of that fact. There was a moment before he responded, where he wanted to calm, but his own anger bubbled up and over flowed. She had seen it before- he was not truly a softhearted creature. He decided she needed to know exactly what she adored- what she loved.
 
Nymphetamine stilled and reached out with his mind, feeling down into the ground until he felt it. His mind wrapped around it, and pulled it up out of the dwelling below their feet. The floor beneath them rumbled as dirt shifted away from the thing rising from the ground. Nymphetamine looked at Keeva darkly, she needed to know this about him- to understand him. Just beyond them and to his left stood a corps of horse long since dead. This one was lacking the flesh that typically dripped from these creatures; it must have been at rest for quite some time.   Nymphetamine told the corps to rear- and it did, he told it to canter off in a circle around them and it did. He did this all with his mind- there were no words spoken as the dead beast completed his tasks and Nymphetamine watched for the fae reaction. He didn’t give her time to talk, but spoke frankly, dark, and raspy. ”Part of me already is a Chamber beast. You cannot control the dead and be, in some way, connected to the twisted beasts.”
 
He began to realize his anger was not with her then. His tail flicked, and he huffed out a sigh of sorts. He didn’t like that she was so hateful towards Chamber due to his own ability to see how he fit there. If she hated Chamber- she probably hated this part of him. But he could do nothing about it, he wouldn’t hide himself for the fae’s sake. He shook his head and the corpse fell to the meadow floor in a heap of clacking bones. He told the dead thing to slowly return to the ground- not wanting to rumble and disturb the fae more. His voice was calmer, his realization allowing the anger to shrink back into its container. I’m a Necromancer, a dark gift, but I do not dislike it. More so, I enjoy this gift…I don’t know if I like how he connects me to Chamber. You need to understand, I can promise to not be something I already am- in some way.”
 
Eventually their conversation turned back to them staying together, helping each other, and he was back at her side. He wasn’t happy about her being involved, but Chamber would already know of her- the invisible babysitter-bird on his back would report of her. But would report nothing that could make them think he was against them- as he had said nothing- had kept her in the dark of his true job.  It was mentally draining to check himself constantly, but he must to keep himself and Keeva safe. One day he would tell her, she may understand his reaction more, but until them he would have to deal with it. She spoke warmly now- her eyes soft again. He was fascinated how her eyes changed when she was angered and when she was not. They seemed to physically change and the moment whatever irritation left her mind they transformed to these shining pools. He wanted to help him, have his back, and she wasn’t afraid of a fight. 
 
He was proud of her, of her will, even if he didn’t want to allow her to put herself in danger’s path.  He knew that she was strong willed- obviously so, and that she would do as she wished, he would be ill advised to try and stop her. So when she said she would help him- and wanted to, he just pressed against her.  He swallowed his protests, and let her have his back, ”I may not be invincible, but neither are you. We will travel together and you shall work alongside me, but I call the shots in Chamber, you are not to actively engage with them or show yourself. I will tell you why when I can. But for now, please do not fight me on this. If I find myself in trouble, I will call for you.”
 
He was not going to budge on this but he kept his face open and warm though his will tough and telling him to harden. But he had been too quick to anger so far, and he had to watch himself- he had a right to be angry and frustrated- but it should not be at her expense. He listened to her and then got her walking. She spoke of why she left the stallion, Kii. She was so sure of herself and what she deserved- Nymhpetamine wondered how she came to want him- young, much younger than she, and less stable that she deserved.  He moved along, listening and feeling he possessiveness of his heart take hold of her as she aid she wanted to belong to him. He nodded, and reached out with his maw and brushing her neck before returning to watch where he went. ”You really are strong-willed. But you will never belong to me. But I will welcome you to stay by my side as long as you wish.” They approached the creek and she turned the questions to him. He stopped, and lowered his head to drink. He didn’t really enjoy talking about himself, his past especially, but she deserved to know about him.
 
He raised his head and looked at her, his eyes became a little distant, as he told her the tale of how he came here. His voice grew a little bitter- the anger rippling outward, at the memories.”I came to Bequanna after a long journey. My entire kingdom, and region was burned after an attack on my parent’s lands. My parent’s ran a kingdom similar to gates---just not as heavenly. They were attacked when I was barely a year and a half; the raiders set fire to our lands, but the fires were not contained by the power-wielders. The fires spread fiercely taking out the common lands between kingdoms, as well as other kingdoms not that were not a part of the attack. My parents died, while getting me, and other young ones from our kingdom out. The raiders had no qualm with us; the raid was unprovoked. I traveled for months, alone, until I found Bequanna… and well now I’m here.” 
 
The now three year old fell silent, allowing her to react, absorb, and for him to squash memories. He wasn’t looking for a pity party, or even comfort. It was his past, and he had to find resolution himself. It was what made him drastically more mature than most 3 year olds, what made him so independent, and so angry. The fires were what drove him to take on the life he had now, and no amount of coddling would change it. Nymhpetamine watched Keeva closely, curious how she would move forward with this knowledge. The creek flowed, and the world turned around them, but the necromancer was at peace for a moment, feeling like it was a moment that he would remember.

Nymphetamine

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