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he glade had become washed in bright crimson before her eyes. Anger broiled in her blood, longing sang in her soul, and anguish shredded the strings of her heart. He stood there, in the flesh, not more than a few meters ahead of her. Not a figment of her imagination, a barely-remembered dream, a memory.. no. Physical, tangible, and breathing.. looking at her and shaking his head slowly. The crimson in her vision began to ebb away, fading back to the natural colors of night around them. Her breath came out slowly through her mouth as she exhaled, ears twitching as she awaited his reply.Her heart was heavy in her chest, a rocky crater with fissures that grew wider with each of his words. His voice.. the sadness there nearly undetectable, if the mare had not once watched the beginning, middle, and yes, even the end, of his life once before. In another place, another timeline, when she was once a goddess of the Sight. Reality crashed around her in ruins. Of course.. of course they would not have met. Not physically. She had only watched him from afar; falling madly for him with the folds of space and time between them. Her love for him was her damnation; a true seed of hatred burning in her mortal core now because of it.
Astarael. A name. He had given her a name. To hear in his voice made her knees wobbly, and she tensed her muscles to hide that very fact. The stallion was ever the polite one; the far opposite of her rudeness. The rosy mare simply watched in disbelief as the starry male stepped out of the water, closer to her than she expected. She stepped back a pace, flicking her tail, trying to hide her nerves that were firing wildly. Her name. He wanted her name.
A simple, polite request; not a surprise for supposed strangers. But he was not a stranger to her, although he did not know it. How could she admit how she knew him? Could she lie to him? A dangerous cocktail of rage and longing swirled in her gut. She looked downwards, before her gaze drifted upwards again through heavy lids and thick eyelashes. The witch knew now how she was going to play this game. "I'm Nimue."
@astarael I feel like she's gone love-struck schoolgirl on me imsosorry x)
