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Post by Nephele on Apr 22, 2023 13:34:23 GMT -5
Upon arrival to Thunderhoof Village, Nephele had more or less already fallen asleep. She kept slipping in and out of consciousness, trying to take in the new sights and smells of the new village with blurred eyes. It got to the point where her arms were hanging loosely around C'Leena's neck from where she was being bridal carried, only staying upright because of her interlaced fingers holding on for dear life.
It was noisy, from what Nephele's irritable sleep addled mind could recollect. She remembered gruff voices and heavy footfall as C'Leena made her way through the village. It was around that time that Nephele's mind fully flipped to sleep mode, unable to remember anything after they entered the inn.
A consistent whisper tickled the back of her mind, familiar. She couldn't hear where it was coming from, and it was driving her absolutely mad. Nephele tried to tune it out, but it seemed that the more she tried, the louder it would get. The whispers of the woman in her ears was loud even if she whispered, hissing in her ear. It was horrible, and it made Nephele sick to her stomach. Why didn't she ever shut up? Why was she so loud and insistent? Why did she always do this? Why didn't she trust her?!
Nephele awoke with a sharp inhale later in the evening, her heart beating going a mile a minute. The light from outside barely illuminated the room, the sun setting slowly over the horizon and casting a warm glow into the inn room. Nephele didn't immediately sit up, finding herself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling in an unfamiliar bed. Her breathing came out wet and ragged, as if she had just emerged from being dunked in the ocean without holding her breath. Nephele stared at the ceiling in confusion, shivering as she attempted to remember what was happening.
Just another nightmare. This was why she avoided sleep so much. Nephele would often try to outrun sleep, figuring if she delayed it long enough that the nightmares would forego terrorizing her. She often meditated before sleeping to avoid this, but she had completely forgotten this time. Having a solid five hours under her belt now (aka three too many), Nephele felt both energized and nervous. She sighed deeply, draping an arm over her eyes, trying to regulate her breathing.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 22, 2023 14:01:13 GMT -5
C'Leena had brought Nephele in a good while ago. The room was lightly furnished, with a double bed, a clothes chest at the foot of the bed and a desk and chair facing the window. C'Leena was sat at the desk, the surface covered with scattered papers and research as she continues to study the inscriptions on her arms.
She's been making good progress, having successfully made a functioning script. The only thing it did was emit a faint light, but it was progress! She was doing magic! Her internal celebration is cut short by the sharp inhale of the fey 5 feet away from her.
C'Leenas head snapped toward her. C'Leena had yet to sleep herself, as she got sucked into her research and experiments. C'Leena stood and made her way to the bed, sitting on the edge.
"Nightmare, huh?" she asks gently. She carefully takes one of Nepheles hands, being sure not to exert too much pressure. C'Leena has had plenty of nightmares herself to be able to identify when someone else just woke from one. "I'm here, Neph."
C'Leena, at some point had changed into a longsleeve black shirt and a pair of pants that, for once, does actually make sense for the time period. They appear to be a tight-fitting pair of.. pants. C'Leena didn't know, nor really care what exactly they were. They were comfortable, that's all she really cared about.
C'Leena looks a little worse for wear. It's clear she hasn't slept since she put Nephele into bed. C'Leena remains seated, carefully holding Nepheles hand and remains quiet. If she wants to talk about it, she's free to do so; C'Leena isn't one to pry.
During the number of hours that Nephele was out cold, C'Leena had purchased a number of spell sheets, one of which would allow her to simply Calm Neph, but that felt.. wrong, somehow. For now, C'Leena refrains from using magic.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 22, 2023 14:50:58 GMT -5
Nephele nearly jumped when a cold hand touched hers, removing her other arm from over her eyes. She blinked, still trying to adjust to the light, but visibly relaxed when she saw C'Leena there. She looked up at her, slowly breathing in and out to calm her heartbeat and grounding herself. Nephele took in the other woman's appearance, studying her face with an unreadable expression. Then, her lips twitched into a fond smile. At least some things weren't a dream.
Nephele sighed, which devolved into a yawn that she quickly covered with her unoccupied hand. She sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Hi." She started, clearing her throat and trying again. "Ah, sorry if I disturbed you. Have you slept?"
The answer to that was decidedly obvious, just by looking at C'Leena. It wasn't a rhetorical question though, just trying to gauge her levels of exhaustion. She wondered what she'd been doing in the meantime, with how dark it was starting to get. Nephele peeked around her, catching a glimpse of the papers scattered haphazardly all across the desk. Should have guessed.
"Decidedly not, it seems." Nephele said with a risen brow, a teasing smile on her lips. She couldn't really talk, had she not met C'Leena she would have collapsed by now.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 22, 2023 15:17:13 GMT -5
"You don't need to apologize," C'Leena says, smiling. She gives her hand a small squeeze before standing up and moving back to the desk she was at and quickly begins moving papers into neat piles.
"Hey, I've slept.. 30 minutes, I think! I'd be lucky to get even that with my job back home," she said, pointing a finger at Nephele. "Plus, I've been trying to figure out all these inscriptions and what not. I managed to make something glow very dimly, but I managed it anyway! That's progress!" C'Leena seems awfully proud of herself for such a small achievement. Shes bouncing her leg under the table as she quickly goes over the loose sheets of paper.
She pauses over one in particular, a grin spreading across her features. She quickly skims over it and takes one of the many scrunched up paper balls and holds it in her hand for a moment.
"Let me try something.." She rolls her sleeves up and tosses the paper ball and whips her hand out, trying something new.1 Up her forearm and under the rolled up sleeve, purple sigils glow on her 'skin'. They fly off her arm and form rings of sigaldry that hover around her wrist up to her elbow. 3 rings of differing sizes, the smallest being over her wrist and the largest being by her elbow. The rings lightly spin, glowing a fantastic purple hue.
The paper ball freezes in the air as a number of sigils fly toward it and wrap it. C'Leena looks from the paper ball to the rotating rings around her arm, then to Nephele with the single widest grin ever. She moves her arm to point elsewhere, and the paper ball follows. It moves further, then snaps into C'Leenas hand, where the sigaldry return to her arm, and lose their glow, hidden by her prosthetics illusory skin.
"That.. was SO FUCKING COOL" She cheers, standing up suddenly and accidentally throwing the chair off balance, it falling to the floor. She winces and picks it back up. She starts pacing back and forth clearly psyched about doing actual magic. Eventually, she sits down again on the bed, still with a massive smile and giggling to herself.
"I did MAGIC! Thats why I haven't slept! I've been trying to figure out this magic stuff! And now I have! Yes!" It's right then that she remembers that she should be quiet, and winces again.
"Anyway, did you sleep alright? You've been out for.. Fiivvvee hours? I think? Not having a watch is throwing me for a loop."
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Post by Nephele on Apr 22, 2023 15:48:38 GMT -5
Nephele kicks her feet out from under the blankets, leaning forward on the bed with her hands propping her up to watch the luminous display with her lips parted in awe. Seeing displays of magic never ceased to amaze her, finding the medium beautiful no matter its user. The reprimand that was on the tip of her tongue died in her throat as she returned C'Leena's smile, albeit a bit on the softer side. The purple light reflected off her eyes like glass, shimmering and making the stars in her eyes appear brighter.
When the sigils disappeared, Nephele clapped her hands, positively beaming at C'Leena. She softly giggled at her companion's excitement, watching her ramble about her findings with her hands laced together, settled in her lap as C'Leena returns to her side.
Nephele doesn't immediately respond, staring at C'Leena with a fond smile. The woman was so strangely endearing, her energy nearly contagious. She huffs out a soft giggle through her nose after a prolonged 30 seconds of just studying her face, reaching out to adjust a stray hair that was hanging over one of those pretty aquamarine eyes. Nephele really lucked out, having someone whose personality was so lively. "Cute." Nephele doesn't mean to say it out loud, but she also doesn't register it as she drops her hand to her lap again.
Not understanding what a watch is but deciding it's not that important, Nephele hummed in response. "Other than the night terrors I think it was alright. Not too unlike most times, so I'm used to it."
She pokes C'Leena in the arm, smiling. It's clearly her love language, poking and prodding and tiny little touches. "You, however, look like you're dead on your feet. I'm very happy for your development and it looked gorgeous, but you should rest as well."
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 22, 2023 16:23:57 GMT -5
After C'Leenas celebration, fatigue hit her like a truck. So much so that she nearly missed Nephs offhand comment. Keyword: Nearly.
Her head snapped to Neph, eyes wide. "What?" she asks, startled. Wait, how long has Neph been looking at her? Was she staring at her that entire time? How didn't she notice that?
Upon hearing about the night terrors, she scoots right up next to Nephele and wraps an arm around her. "I get that. I'm always happy to lend an ear if you need to talk, sweetheart. You've done so already for me, so it's only fair I return the favor."
Nephele isn't wrong about needing rest, though. It's moments like these that she's glad to not have her old prosthetics. With how they were connected to her nervous system, it added quite a bit of strain to her brain, with it having to communicate with a non-biological limb. That extra strain would mean that fatigue would hit harder, and her limbs couldn't be attached to her as she slept, as sometimes the prosthetics would mistake one thing for another and possibly cause damage or harm.
The habit of taking off her prosthetics isn't one she's broken, however. "As much as I would love to argue with you about me needing sleep, you do have a point. I'm not happy about it, though." She pauses and looks down at her free hand. "Bugger it, limbs stay on. Here's hoping this doesn't backfire." She says as she collapses backward.
"What about you? I don't know how much sleep Fey need, but from what I heard from you, you may benefit from getting some more yourself. 5 hours means you woke up during a REM cycle, I'm fairly sure." She states as she maneuvers herself properly onto the bed. She had long kicked her boots off, thankfully. She probably should have spoken before she laid down, because now it truly feels like sleep is trying to drag her forcefully into unconsciousness.
By the time C'Leena receives a response, she's already lost the battle against sleep and is out cold. The glow of her eyes faintly shines through her eyelids, albeit barely.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 22, 2023 17:10:00 GMT -5
Nephele blinked, not realizing what C'Leena was asking until she said it. She looked away, pretending to find a spot on the wall across the room interesting. "Oh, nothing. Just making an observation."
"And please don't worry about me, they're just nightmares. Not real, not at all." Nephele began to twirl her hair in her fingers, a nervous tick. She trusted C'Leena well enough, but her night terrors of her dead mother were never easy to explain. She'd started having them when her mother died, but she couldn't quite pinpoint why. It made it harder to cope with her death, hearing every instance that Callythia had argued with her in her first sixteen years of living with her. Often, Nephele wondered if it was divine punishment for whatever reason, or perhaps it was self inflicted.
Nephele tried to answer her question, getting a bit lost on the concept of "REM sleep" before shrugging. "Most feyfolk don't sleep much unless they want to, but I grew up with a sleep cycle. My mother didn't sleep for more than a few minutes when she lived in the Land of Wonder, but after coming to the Crescent Isles she let me..." She paused to see if C'Leena was listening, finding her laid out on the bed and unconscious. The deep whir of her clockwork heart seemed louder now that she was asleep, and Nephele cooed at the sight of her. She looked so peaceful when she slept.
The nymph helped situate C'Leena in the bed, struggling a bit with moving her around. So instead of maneuvering her around, Nephele comes up with the next best thing; she untucks the blankets and wraps them around C'Leena, covering the parts she remembered were real flesh so she wouldn't get cold The bed looked absolutely atrocious now, but hey, what worked worked.
She then helped straighten her mechanical limbs, unsure exactly how to help them prevent damage in sleep. Nephele knew enough about morning salutations though, knowing that it's best to greet the next day with open arms and restful sleep. Satisfied with her decision, Nephele nodded her head and adjusted C'Leena's head to have a pillow under it.
For a moment Nephele paused, stopping to gaze at C'Leena's relaxed features. Her glowing eyes made Nephele smile, and once again she wished her eyes looked like that. They were truly unique and beautiful, suiting the woman's face perfectly. Warm tones and colors that strongly contrasted with the bright, opalescent blue. How pretty.
Nephele didn't realize that she was entranced until she noticed how close her face was to C'Leena's. She nearly flinched away, but settled for a subtle eskimo kiss, gently touching her nose to hers before quickly retreating. Nephele then returned to go change into something more comfortable; a pastel green deep v-cut bodice and a pair of flowy shorts that cut off below her knees. She began to meditate, her eyes shut and seated cross-legged.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 22, 2023 23:13:05 GMT -5
C'Leena slept a dreamless sleep. That was common. C'Leena was mostly still during sleep, only rolling onto her side once at some point. She doesn't snore, either. Instead, she softly hums with each exhale. She's not entirely sure why she does that, however.
She's not asleep for long. 2 1/2 - 3 hours max. Still, that would put most doctors to shame. When she finally awoke, she groaned. She hasn't been able to sleep for very long for a good while. It's most definitely not healthy for her, but what can you do?
She sat up sharply. Her hair, despite being short as hell, looks disheveled. She somehow looks worse than before she went to sleep. She may look like shit, but honestly, she feels pretty alright.
"Nahh, can't sleep for too long, can we?" She asks herself. "Nah, that would be asking too much, huh?"
She looks around and spots Nephele sitting cross legged. C'Leena moves to the edge of the bed silently, absent-mindedly remembering she didn't remove her prosthetics. She quickly checks her braid, finding it still there. The poppy is still in good condition as it was never laid on thankfully. She smiles and drops her hand again.
Truthfully, C'Leena has no idea what she's doing when it comes to whatever the fuck Nephele and her are. She wanted to take it slow, so she is.. she thinks? She hasn't done any of this before and it's impressive that she's gotten this far.
She scratches her arm, feeling an itch that isn't there. Thats always been something she's had to deal with. Phantom Limb has stuck with her for far longer than it's supposed to, constantly giving her grief, be it an itch that doesn't exist or pain. Yet another unknown to her. All these questions are going to start annoying the hell out of her sooner or later.
For now, shes sat at the edge of the bed, lost in her own mind and watching Nephele. She combs her fingers through her hair to try to tame the birds nest. It kind of works, she hopes.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 22, 2023 23:42:22 GMT -5
Nephele typically meditates with her eyes open, staring blankly into the distance with a cold, statuesque stare. She used to do so because of general precaution, so she could see if something were sneaking up on her in the middle of the night. This time though, Nephele let herself close her eyes, feeling a little safer now that she knew where she was resting.
As she breathed deeply, her hair seemed to ebb and flow with a breeze that affected her and her only. Like steam, sometimes flecks of white tresses would blow and evaporate into the air, but it still kept its flowy shape. It was like Nephele's hair was made out of the clouds themself, though if she were to run a hand through it would feel like curly hair.
The sound of the shifting in the bed brought Nephele back to the present, where she decided she was done roaming the recesses of her mind with a singular, quivering sigh. The wind appeared to let up, only slightly wisping through her hair now. She hears C'Leena's words, mostly garbled due to her shift in focus, but Nephele does crack a tiny smile, deciding that she sounded adorable when she rambled.
Nephele peeked an eye open, relaxing from her meditative position on the floor. She saw C'Leena's messy hair and opened the other eye. Her smile only broadened into something almost disgustingly tender, feeling herself grow giddy when she saw her awake again. Cute. She mused, this time keeping that one in her head. Nephele tilted her head slightly, the light of the moon outside shining in her eyes. Most notably, the North Star is particularly luminescent in her left eye. Nephele doesn't seem to notice, and she holds her crossed ankles.
"Good well-passed-evening, Cee." Nephele should have felt embarrassed for how easily the nickname fell from her lips, but she couldn't, feeling utterly at peace and happy now that she had time to rest. That was an obvious downside to resting for Nephele: how emotionally vulnerable she became. A nickname and a prolonged look wasn't anything too crazy or noticeable though, especially to someone who'd just woken up.
Besides, C'Leena gave her a silly nickname. Nephele had a million other terms of endearment she could call her, but they weren't at that level...yet. Hush, delusional thoughts! Nephele scolded mentally, instead choosing to ask: "Feel any better?"
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 23, 2023 0:15:10 GMT -5
C'Leena hung her head. Not because of anything upsetting, but because she takes ages to wake up properly. She rubs her eyes and stretches. C'Leena, during this time, has a fatal flaw. The filter between her brain and her mouth hasn't been properly installed, so she doesn't exactly process the next words that she mumbles out tiredly.
"G'day, gorgeous. Wait, past evening..? What time is it?" She asks, looking out the window. The night sky is visible in all it's glory. The realization that she slept through the day smacks her right in the face. "Ah, piss," She sighs, "Well then. Now, you got a plan for tonight? Anywhere to head to now?" She is under the assumption that Nephele just goes from town to town. From what she's told C'Leena, that sounds about right.
It's obvious that C'Leena isn't very good at waking up quickly. Her voice sounds deeper from disuse, her accent has thickened to new levels but both are slowly returning to what they usually are. She stands up and looks around for a second groggily.
"I didn't miss anything, did I? No funky wizard saying that I'm the most talented sorcerer there ever was, and that he wants to take me under his wing?" she kids. Even if that were to happen, she probably wouldn't take that offer. Why? Frankly, she has no idea. She also has no idea why she's entertaining this train of thought. Did she even sleep that well if her head is this all over the place? She shakes her head, dismissing the thought.
She turns around and sees the absolute bombsite that is the bed. She's not sure how she got under the covers, as she's certain she passed out atop them. C'Leena is damn near 200 pounds, with her height, muscle density and her prosthetics. If Nephele somehow threw them atop her, that is frankly impressive. And extremely sweet.
She begins making the bed, essentially taking it apart and putting it back together. While she does so, she awaits whatever Nephele has to say.
Wait, did she call me Cee?
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Post by Nephele on Apr 23, 2023 0:54:02 GMT -5
Unsurprisingly, Nephele is not prepared for filterless C’Leena. In fact, her composure nearly flips completely into shy reservation as soon as she hears the word gorgeous, and she whispers a quiet “eh?” in surprise. Okay, so C’Leena was cute and a bit flirty when she woke up…noted. She didn’t know what the hell she was noting this for but hey, that was for her to know for future her to find out and ohhhh no she’s blushing again. Weirdly though, Nephele felt herself liking the way that C’Leena’s filter flew off the handle.
Due to her mostly relaxed state though, Nephele was able to forego the shy squeaking and sputtering, instead laughing under her breath in utter intrigue. That part of Nephele that was so unmistakably fey showed through the mischievous glint in her eyes and the way she stood up with the grace of a cat and walked over to C’Leena. Two could play at that game.
“Mm, I’m afraid not. Though, an invite of such a magnitude would be a woefully fruitless opportunity. We both know that you’re not going anywhere, dearest.” Nephele reached to give C’Leena a tight hug, still standing. less than two seconds into the hug she then realized how awkward their positions were, her chest almost directly in C’Leena’s face, so she quickly fixed their position, hugging her around the middle with a tight squeeze. “There, now you’re not going anywhere.”
“I have nowhere to be, I’ve yet to see the sights here so I may linger for a bit. I can never stay in one place for too long as you know. We could wait til sunrise again, if that has significance for you?” Nephele then reached up to try and tame C’Leena’s hair, still keeping her strong grip tight around her torso as if to prove a point.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 23, 2023 10:09:06 GMT -5
To say she was surprised would be an understatement. The Nephele she was used to had practically vanished, replaced by this imposter claiming to be Nephele. Her muscles tighten around the scarring around her mid section as Nephele embraces her, and gradually loosen over the course of about 15 seconds.
"Are you sure you're actually Nephele? What happened to the Fey that got embarrassed after asking me to kiss her again?" she quips, a shit-eating grin after Nepheles 'Mistake'. "You also say that as if it were a threat. Also, did you really call me 'Dearest'?"
She wraps an arm around Neph, and brings a hand up to her chin. With a smirk, she leans in to her ear and whispers, "And you shouldn't believe that I'm the one stuck with you. You should know that I only take things like this as challenges," She teases, and carefully pats Nepheles cheek. "I don't mind staying around 'till sunrise. You're the one leading the way, I'm simply going to follow you, so we're working on your schedule."
C'Leena doesn't really know anything about this land. She's only been here a few weeks, after all. She doesn't know where to really go from here herself, so she's content with simply following Nephele.
"But lets stick around for a bit. As you said, you haven't seen all there is to see, and truthfully, neither have I. Sounds to be a good time, don't you think? Now, are you going to continue holding me hostage or can I finish making the bed?" She says, a smile on her face.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 23, 2023 12:02:59 GMT -5
Nephele's smile only grew, giggling softly. At mention of the kiss though, her face fell for half a second, before hiding her face in C'Leena's shoulder.
"...Shut up." It's mumbled half-heartedly, a smile deceiving her words. Still, Nephele's arms loosened from around C'Leena, unintentional as she let her mind roam.
It was as though she was strongly reminded what she had said earlier that day; did this count as taking it slow? C'Leena seemed fine teasing Nephele right back, but the nymph wasn't quite sure if she was doing this right. Typically, feyfolk didn't understand the concept of "taking it slow". It was in Nephele's nature to act as if they were already a "thing", as she had an attraction, acted on it, and it seemed that their feelings were mostly mutual.
Nephele had met enough humans to know, however, that the healthiest relationships stemmed from people on equal footing, mentally. It's why she had set that boundary that day, but in the moment she felt like she was somehow violating that. Ugh, why were things so complicated? Was she the one complicating things? Oh no, was C'Leena just letting her indulge? What if she was just being nice??
All at once the thoughts in her mind made Nephele silently spiral, and she dug her nails into the back of C'Leena's shirt. Something between a groan and a whimper failed to stay trapped behind her teeth, muffled into C'Leena's shoulder. "My head hurts, can we go on a walk after you make the bed please? We can come back come sunrise."
Nephele chalked it up to being tired. Yes, she had slept and meditated for seven hours almost consistently, but it was the easiest excuse she could come up with for her feelings. With one final squeeze, Nephele released C'Leena from her clutches and poked her nose, stepping away a little too quickly to be natural. She turned around, grabbing her socks and shoes and putting them on, her face contorted into forced concentration.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 23, 2023 12:30:55 GMT -5
C'Leena furrowed her brow as Nephele claims to have a headache. The back of her mind twinges; an all too familiar twinge that she learnt to listen to in her time as a doctor taking consults and patient meetings. She turns and continues making the bed, speaking as she does so.
"Back home, I was a doctor. You know this. Now, my job was more than simply 'healing the sick' or 'putting fake limbs on people'. Sure, those were parts of it, but for me to do my job properly, I needed to talk to them. I needed to understand what was going on from their perspective to do my job to the best of my ability.
"In that time, I learnt a few things. Body language, facial expressions and speech patterns were invaluable to learning to spot when someone is spewing crap at me," Her tone is not accusing, but simply understanding. She's not sure what is going on with Nephele specifically, but she hopes to find that out.
"All this to say: You're not a very good liar. Granted, I'm not taking your medical history or anything, so I'm not going to enforce honesty with you. I'm merely going to ask once, and if you don't want to tell me, you don't. Is there something wrong between you and I? If I'm going about things too quickly, let me know and I'll slow it down for you.
"I've no prior experience on things like this, so I'm testing the waters by diving in, here. Things like this need to be clear so we're on even ground."
Right now, C'Leena is trying to match Nepheles pace. She set the boundary, so it would make sense for C'Leena to follow behind her, right? Or maybe because the boundary was placed for C'Leena, she sets the pace? God, relationships are difficult. Why can't things like this be easy?
C'Leena finishes making the bed and sits on the edge of it, facing Nephele. Her face is one of passive concern. Worried, but unwilling to press if it is unwanted.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 23, 2023 13:19:27 GMT -5
Nephele listened to C'Leena with a blank, distracted stare. She was right, of course. Nephele wasn't a good liar at all, especially when it came to talking about how she felt. Deflection was her weapon of choice, and she used it well when she could. Her mother was an excellent liar, but somehow Nephele never picked that up from her. So when C'Leena asks if there's something wrong, her eyes go wide with panic.
"W-What? No!" Nephele's voice nearly lifted an entire octave, a source-less breeze picking up her hair for a half second before dispersing immediately. As she began to devolve into a panic, her speech began to grow more formal, as if trying to stay composed but actively failing. "I mean, there's nothing...wrong, persay? Though I-I suppose I can only speak for myself. I'm...oh, dear."
Nephele wanted to disappear, embarrassed as she covered her cheeks with her palms. She began talking again, a mirror of the version of the person C'Leena saw in the field as she failed to make any comprehensible sense. "You must understand that, um, I, uh..." Nephele took a deep breath, starting again much slower as she ran her hands down her face.
"My nature as a fey doesn't exactly operate by regular courting rules. Quite frankly, only by definition do I understand the concept of 'going slow'. I know how natural relationships work because of my time living up here, but where I heil from we basically skip over the important parts of relationships.
"So no, there's nothing wrong. I'm just as clueless as you are, possibly a little more. I suppose I want to understand your boundaries, lest I say or do something stupid." This was the most honest Nephele had been in eons it seemed, she was surprised that she wasn't growing nauseous. "In all honesty, I think my mind already gave you a very different answer back at that clearing. I'm just trying to keep my word for your sake, because it just isn't fair."
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