In this heart, this barless prison [Kimber, Ygritte/Kreios]

[Nymphetamine]

Taken aback. Crushed. Shocked. Flabbergasted. The list could go on. The spring air that had seemed so fitting and aligned with the new leap of faith he had taken now just was too bright, too green, too cheerful. The creek, trickled by him and he so wished he was water, he would never be able to stick around, he would wash away with the pull of gravity, and would never be able to grow attached to any place or thing. He looked then to the sky but again the vastness was another ugly indicator he had yet again acted a fool. The blood bay was not a fool however; the words Kimber spoke made sense to him. Yes, they had acted rashly and yes, her logic was sound and completely justified. He had given her no sign, nor indication, and he faulted her not for her actions (even though his heart ached that he didn’t have that time with Vessel and Vaughan). Steel eyes settled for the grass, as it was the only thing that he knew was rooted and attached and would have to be torn away to get somewhere different. She was right, in all of her comments about the the past year or so. He was not taken aback, crushed, shocked, or flabbergasted by those things.

Everything was too bright because he foolishly thought that the tough blue mare would somehow be able to see through his words. The necromancer laid it out there. she was different, she was important. She. Kimber. She. Jesus Christ, how stupid he had been. That she couldn’t put aside the fact that yeah they both had made a mess of things to just be able to see the point the heart of it all. The eyes that had moments before searched hers so deeply, that bared everything his heart and sole to the depths that he understood them stilled and hardened. Not out of anger but out of the realization the one thing he needed she couldn’t see. He didn’t need the logical reasons why her actions were justified, he needed a bit of understanding, a small notion that she could believe she mattered to him. The blue mare was too hardened, maybe she had too many mommy issues to get out of her own way and let him in, or maybe the blood bay was really that blind and there was nothing there. Either way, he was done with that conversation and he would never bring it up again. It she ever grasped his meaning, and wanted to talk about herself he’d listen, but the double agent was done being a spy within his own self.

The hardened interior didn’t complete until he and she were already in that awkward embrace, where Kimber thought of moving on, and Nymphetamine would have fluttered at the thought that she was there on the brink, but he didn’t let that thought enter, it was too much, and he would no longer play a fool, not allow himself to hang on the her, idea she mattered to him, if he didn’t matter to her. The warmth of her breath was gone from the dark tipped muzzle of the necromancer a moment after it arrived with the curt words of staying apart. He didn’t trust his words, so he let it go with a terse nod. Her next statement… he physically halted. Was she really that blind, to everything? He paused a moment longer before deciding on words. He couldn’t be cold, he was over the ice between them. Even though Kimber had greatly reined him in, he should be externally harsh. He rolled his eyes are her retort of being his punching bag. ”It’s all I ask, a small thing really.”

Burry everything below sarcasm, and playful taunting. It was all he could do.
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The lanky stallion had internally calmed by the time the Falls stallion came out of the kingdom to meet them at the border. Nymph was correct that their welcome wasn’t the warmest, but it wasn’t hostile. The chestnut wasn’t overly large, but he was still muscular, and held himself with a manor that depicted a leader. Dark tipped ears flicked towards the Falls stag as he introduced himself. Nymphetamine also heard the approach of another, a lighter slower march. He saw the mare come into the group next to the chestnut, Kreios. She seemed to ease the tension once next the stallion—or maybe it was just him seeing was he wished was the case for him and Kimber. His tall head lowered in a small bow, and he rose to reply in kind. I am Nymphetamine, and this is Kimber, I’m sure you already know we are from chamber. However, we aren’t really here on official business. Our daughter is missing and we heard she might have been here recently.” The bay stopped ant looked to the blue mare to take up the conversation from here. They would have quite the journey to find the innocent little thing, and He didn’t need to be the center of this, it have to be a group effort.

Nymphetamine

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