Nymphetamine moved after the blue and black fae before him. He wasn’t sure if it was the right move, but that seemed to work for the other Chamber dwellers that he was imitating. He watcher her pin her ears, and move away still, so he stopped, not far enough away to show he’d given up but he let he have the space she seemed to crave. She spoke harshly- dismissing his advance; the blood bay was not deterred, he would just try again. He cocked his head at her words, eyes narrowing at through haughty tone. Before he could stop himself he laughed- deep and throaty. He lock his eyes on hers, commanding her attention. He strode forward, past her neck on the left side, at her shoulder he began to speak as he continued around her to the other side. ”Did you get that lie out of your system? I am plenty watched, but it has not been by you. That was cute though, seems very fitting of you.” He let his maw reach out to the sharp-tongued lady, and ever so faintly drug it across her side, well as long as she let him at least. He knew he was being watched. He had a damn raven on his back that no one could see- so he knew she was full of it. The spy knew he had never seen her anywhere. Wherever she had been hiding, it was not around the others- especially not around him.
By now he was back at her front, coming full circle and facing her head on. He looked her over, eyes flashing with mischief, curiosity, and want. His mouth curled into a smirk. He dipped on hip, as if this was the most nonchalant thing he’d ever done. ”In all your efforts to get your lie together, you forgot…I asked for a name. Here, I’ll go first. I am Nymphetamine.” He was being quite the ass, but he owned it, and ended the taunting with a flick of his tail. He was curious for her response- she was not the straight-forward Keeva, who ebbed and flowed with him. This lady was a wall, firm, unyielding- he wanted to find a crack and chip away. Figure out what made her work…. Or he wanted to just forget all that nonsense, and just do what animals do. He didn’t know Chamber had him lost in a world of darkness and twisted reality.
His thoughts were jarred as she spoke again, more snark, more fronts of being a bad ass. But she approaches him this time, blowing on his face. He inhaled, their breath mingled forming this intoxicating concoction, which was only broken by the light lipping and jerking away she made. He squealed and stomped his foot, jigging in place for a second before moving closer, pressing into her. ”You can’t win if you don’t play. So tell me… What do you think of this war business?”
cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me: a rose in the rain