BORN TO BREAK YOUR HEART

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nerissa

TOUGH GIRL, I'M IN PAIN, IT'S LONELY AT THE TOP; BLACKOUTS AND AIRPLANES, I'D STILL POUR YOU A GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE, TOUGH GIRL WHOSE SOUL ACHES

    Nerissa has not felt this out of place in a long time. The background is familiar - same trees, same trodden dirt, same sky marked darkblue and freckled with cloud. But this feeling inside her chest? There is a twist of anxiety, of anger, of confusion. Her eyes are cold and subtle and shaded by a wing of dark lashes, but beyond them is a brain bubbling with indecision. They are closing in on her, the new leaders, with their steel-sharpened teeth and rippling muscle.

    She will fight, of course - she always has. But standing alone, sunk two feet into water that has forgotten her name, it is a hard thought to process.

    It is a rare moment of peace that Nerissa is dying to end. While the breeze plays with her hundred wild curls and a foreign bird shrills above her head, the knot in her chest tightens and travels, and her thoughts flicker to people she has lost. Maddox, Charlotte, her parents, and perhaps the support of her herd. She has been absent, admittedly, but it is hard not be when something like this takes over. Perhaps with Sansa closer, with something more to do, the situation would be different.

    But it is not. Nerissa is breaking down, she is a coward, and she needs her people. Slowly and with a royal resignation, the sable queen heaves herself out of the water, shaking until the crystal droplets are deep in the ground instead of her hair, and she calls out.

SHIN OF GS + ADOX
herd meeting!
Kezz with sansa and caribre; kota with isardis;
musical with easter and hadouken; @goldie with czar; 
WICKED♪ ♫ with raskogr and venetia; Whipster with louisa;
★SPACED with rhaskos

          

[Kezz]

"TRUTH IS, SOMETIMES I MISS YOU SO MUCH I CAN HARDLY STAND IT."

She knew when it had started, this rift between them: it begun when Nessa truly stepped into the world of politics, when meetings with allies and enemies had kept her from their marital bed till the early hours of the morning and even when they did find the time to speak there was a distance to her gaze. Sansa had felt a coldness settle into the patchwork quilt of her heart, but she had ignored it steadfastly, offering Nessa smiles where withering stares might have been, because she knew it made her wife happy. She knew how the queen thrived of it all, and so she had kept her concerns to herself, burying it deep inside.

Until the day Narcisse was stolen as a result of Nerissa's antics. And though Sansa was a lady of gentility and passive benevolence, she was still a daughter of Faye — still a wolf child, still did her bones thrum with tenacity and strength. Her only child was to Sansa inestimably precious, and when she later learned that Cissa had disappeared from the clutches of Cicero, her anger was inflamed further. But instead of lashing out at the queen she had withdrawn into the very darkest parts of Bear's Den, keeping herself from the herd, from Nessa, because if she did not it would only end in the falling of tears and embittered words.  

But she was still the second queen of this magnificent forest. She still had a duty to the herd, and so when Nerissa call echoed into the brisk air Sansa felt a deep, sinking feeling: there would be no escaping this. And the tall woman slipped through the forest, pausing at the entrance of the clearing to compose herself, before stepping forward into the light. She felt the sun's rays hitting her cheekbones, warming her body even though inside there was but ice. Sansa did not glance at Nerissa, her grey eyes locked ahead, though she did notice that Cairbre - the eldest prince - had arrived already. The golden stallion appeared softer, quieter, than usual and there was a distinct lack of the customary cutting remark they had all come to expect whenever he graced anybody's company. Sansa studied him for a moment, wondering whether... perhaps? — Had he found someone?

And the lead mare smiled wistfully, fleetingly; ah, the joys of newborn love.



Complete!

[★SPACED]

` rhaskos:

it's not as simple as how much you think you care

♚ It was hard to believe that the years had passed as quickly as they had - in fact it was hard to believe how swiftly even the past few months had whipped across his vision. he was grown now, fully, his shoulders broad and his stature thicker than any of his line before. He was a wolf child, certainly, but he could have been mistaken for a commoner with ease. His body was muscular, strong and lacking in the slender gracefulness of his brothers and sisters. the eyes that peered from within his chiselled skull were golden, true, but they were filled with honesty, kindness and a stoic openness that had never existed in Paradisums children before. if he were to be likened to any, it would be to druid, his fathers first son - and even then the differences were vast and plentiful. 

He arrived at the meeting quickly and quietly, his mind on his precious isadore (as they were often these days). Sansa was present, and his queen, and the price - Cai. rhaskos felt the faint presence of discomfort and pretended not to notice - politics and relationships were (of all things) what he was worst at. he moved quickly to Nerissa's cold shoulder, standing a little away so as not to encourage conversation. 

`ooc notes; RED&BLACK ! and crew!

table (c)ulv of adoxography

[Whipster]

Louisa is no longer around, sorry! RED&BLACK !