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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Sept 11, 2023 23:07:33 GMT -5
Knowing that Nephele was listening to her was good. She doesn't stress things this much with Nephele, but this is one of the things that she doesn't mess around with. Mental health is everything to her now, and a scene such as what happened tonight will definitely have a toll on Nephele. C'Leena will do what she can, like she always does.
"I may know what you're feeling, but you know I'll never pry into what's bothering you if you don't talk to me first. It eases my mind that you're open with me, though." Body language was something she learnt to read over many years of social experience. Nephele - at least to C'Leena - wears her heart on her sleeve. Telling how she's feeling isn't hard, but she doesn't doubt that Nephele could easily make it a hundred times more difficult if she wanted to.
Nephele's shaky breath and genuine words on this particular subject, layered already on her weakening grip on her own emotions from tonight's events flip something like a switch, and C'Leena shifts in closer to Nephele, her body mildly shaking as memories she long since thought she was over prove her very wrong. The subject of her depressive episode back on earth has been brought up and spoken about, but imagining Nephele in her place is a mortifying thought to C'Leena.
"You better fuckin' promise," C'Leena says softly, confirming Nephele's words primarily to herself. "It's one of the few things I'd never forgive you for." The other thing being 'becoming a lich and trying to take over the world', but even then she doesn't know. She might look cute as an undead, who knows?
As Nephele pulls out the pendant, C'Leena lets out a soft gasp, gently taking the treasure in her own hands, treating it like fragile glass (which it technically is). "You found it. Oh my god you found it - thank you!" Runes light up along her arm as the pendant floats away and onto the table nearby, seeing as the string is snapped and it's a bit busted. Wearing it might not be the best idea, despite how much she wants to. "We'll get it fixed up either tomorrow or in the following days. You've no idea how much I missed that pendant, thank you." C'Leena scooches in even closer and gives Nephele a gentle kiss.
With Nephele's final comment, C'Leena smiles, despite her emotions starting to boil over from the nights events. "I couldn't think of a better fate." She says before falling silent.
C'Leena always thought that she was good with her emotions. Charon has either changed that or proved her wrong, and she cannot tell which. Her iron-like grip on her emotions for now is now loosening, thoughts on what was going to happen had it not been for Nephele thrust themselves into the forefront of her mind, and every thought scares her. It is upsettingly impossible for C'Leena to inch closer to Nephele, but she does still shift uncomfortably.
"Back on Mt. Drakolt, and mainly after that whole ordeal.. How did you deal with it all?" C'Leena asks in an uncharacteristically soft voice. Unsurprisingly, she has no idea how to deal with being kidnapped and threatened with torture and a live organ removal. To say that these events have her rattled is an incredible understatement. A similar understatement would be to say that C'Leena 'only likes Nephele a little'. Again, incredible understatement.
"Are uh, the scars doing okay? Not aching or itching too much?" She says both in a half assed attempt to revert the attention to Nephele, and to also try to settle her own concerns for her. She doesn't like seeing Nephele with so many new scars for something like this - for C'Leena. It makes her feel like it's at least partially her fault. She should have heard people sneaking up on her, she should have been able to escape faster to help her fiancé. But she was stuck. Useless while Nephele was left to deal with thirty people alone.
Nephele could have died, and it would have been C'Leena's fault.
Her inner turmoil is visible, like always. Her brow is pinched and furrowed, her shoulders tense and arms wrapped around or holding something of Nephele for some semblance of comfort. "You could've died tonight and it would have been on me." C'Leena says so quietly that it was only heard thanks to Nepheles frankly impressive hearing, even from this close. Her voice is incredibly quiet and shaky as she draws conclusion after conclusion, ramping up her panic and stress with each, snowballing into something worse and worse.
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Post by Nephele on Sept 13, 2023 14:53:27 GMT -5
Nephele nods at C’Leena’s words, admittedly feeling a little bit better knowing that her fiancé wouldn't risk her discomfort for something like that. While she wasn't at risk per se, some things were meant to be brought up in the moment rather than as a precursor. It seemed like she was an expert in that field, holding back information until it was absolutely necessary. That needed to adjust sooner rather than later.
The last thing that she wanted was her fiancé struggling to understand how she felt, through her words or body language. So whilst Nephele was a firm believer that actions spoke louder than words, she’d try to amp them up to a similar volume. Discomfort was better than misunderstanding.
Nephele found herself laughing a little bit at her next statement, wondering what on earth C’Leena wouldn't forgive her for. “Do I even want to know what that entails?” Nephele asks jokingly, though there was a bit of curiosity there. She’d downed around 30 people In one day for her, so she couldn't imagine that much else could ruin her perception of her. It also made Nephele wonder if there was anything that C’Leena could do to completely negate all trust she had in her. Off the top of her head, nothing really could come to mind.
The joy in C’Leena's face when she had been given the pendant made Nephele finally find herself relaxing, a soft smile on her face as she reciprocated the gentle kiss. It warmed her heart that C’Leena treasured it so deeply. “It's the only reason I knew you were missing. I found it in the alley where you were taken and followed the tracks that they left behind. Very sloppy, may I just say. I hardly had to ask for directions.” Nephele chuckled sardonically; in fact, she'd barely asked at all. Thinking about it now, it was more than slightly embarrassing, how impatient she was. So impatient that she probably took the lives of three people who didn't deserve it, though they did in the moment! Why are morals so tricky?
Then there was a shift in emotion on C’Leena's face, and Nephele was already concerned. She doesn't answer right away, slightly taken off guard by the question asked moments later. She's quiet long enough that C’Leena was able to change the subject, or at least make an attempt to.
Nephele answered carefully. “They itch a bit, but it's nothing I haven't handled before. It's odd to have them on my face now, but they don't ache. I think I've grown used to it, in a way.” This was equal parts good and unfortunate, that she had a grown used to the sting of cold iron. However, it wasn't anything she couldn't handle, as she would reiterate millions of times. They were there for a good reason.
C’Leena's last statement made Nephele pause again, but this time she didn't take as long to respond. Instead she reached her unoccupied hand out to make her fiancé look her in the eye. She stared, her expression serious but not severe. Her eyes were still on the duller side, but there was some slowly renewing light as the stars twinkled in the depths.
“No, it wouldn't.” Nephele said, as if she was stating something obvious. “I'm well aware of my own mortality, C’Leena. I was the one who chose to throw myself in danger for your sake. I was the one who chose to be reckless for your sake. I chose for your sake. No one is at fault here except for the vermin who kidnapped to you. We are simply victims of circumstance.” Despite the almost biting venom in which she spoke about the Dial Fractum, Nephele moved her hand to card her nails gently over C’Leena’s distressed features. Her voice flipped on a dime afterwards. “Like most things, after Mt. Drakolt I blocked it out. It's not a healthy coping mechanism, but it's what I'm used to. But the thing that helped me get through it was simply talking about it that first night that it happened. I avoided any and all conversation about it afterwards, because I simply believed that if I ignored it, it would go away. But it still hasn't." “If I had died tonight… well, it would simply be my time to go, because there was no reality in which I left you alone up there. Every day I have spent with you has solidified that notion into fact. Experiences are meant to shape the mind and mold the soul, though they do not become one with it.” Nephele stroked her thumb over C’Leena’s cheek, sighing softly. Her next words were hypocritical and she knew it, but maybe that’s why she said them: “Life is too short to be in fear of 'what if's. We take our experiences and take steps to avoid those things, but we don’t let fear run us. That isn’t quite living, now is it? And I don’t think that neither of us want to go back to just surviving.”
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Sept 13, 2023 15:40:02 GMT -5
C'Leena found little comfort knowing that Nephele's scars were giving her trouble, no matter how small. She softly tsks to herself as Nephele shrugs off C'Leena's worry. "At this rate, you'll be lookin' no different from me in no time flat." Sure, the scarring is inherently different, but her point still stands. C'Leena's cold fingers run along what skin is revealed, tracing the new scars and absent-mindedly mapping them out mentally.
Her mind has never been a pleasant place. It's gotten far better with Nephele, but still, remnants of her extreme depressive episode still linger, and she's unsure on how long it'll be until those fade away, if ever. It's moments like these, where her mind is spinning at a thousand RPM and she goes into a spiral that old habits resurface, no matter her attempts to shove them away.
Her mind is a whirlwind - a veritable tornado hurling around self deprecation and what-if's like debris in every way possible. She is entirely lost within her own mind, and it's the sudden cold touch pulling her chin up to look at Nephele that rips her back into reality, her attention arrested by the Nymph. The words that she is speaking are heard, and as much as she wants to believe them, she can't. It's not to say that Nephele is untrustworthy, but it's more that she firmly believes that the events of tonight are her fault.
She remains silent as Nephele answers her initial question about Mt Drakolt. The similarities between C'Leena and Nephele still sometimes take her by surprise, as they both shared the frankly unhealthy coping mechanisms of outright avoidance. Hearing that Nephele is still caught up with those events concerns her, but doesn't surprise her. Such an environment for Nephele was lethal, and her mind flinches away from the thought on what would've happened if she were even thirty minutes late.
The conversation turning to Nepheles theoretical death makes her wildly uncomfortable. She's no stranger to death, and knowing that it's an inevitability causes C'Leena to think decades down the line. Who would be burying who? How would both of them die? The thought processes on mortality isn't a new train of thought for C'Leena, but in this context, it truly shows how much Nephele is willing to give for C'Leena. People say 'I would die for you' all the time, but in Nephele's case, it worries C'Leena that Nephele might be deathly serious about it.
Nephele's question at the end, rhetorical or not, was answered with a gentle shake of C'Leena's head. Her goal started out as surviving, but it's long since changed to finding a way to thrive, and she's nowhere close to wanting to revert to the survival. She's done with barely getting through the days.
Nepheles words mean the world to C'Leena. Despite them, her mind whirls back up, her ADHD managing to make every aspect worse. C'Leena layers her own hand over Nepheles, feeling the engagement ring on her fiancé's finger. "..But if I had been more.. Aware, none of this would have happened. I shouldn't of even gone out - there was no reason for it." She starts, but she manages to catch herself, halting another tangent. She breathes deeply, trying her best to form words into sentences.
"I-I don't like knowing what could have easily happened. Both to you and myself." Her voice is shaky, an unusual stutter taking over her speech as everything sinks in. "He had markings on me like he was going to-to cut me open." She says in a voice just above a whisper, her body shaking as her hands won't stop moving, be it fiddling with Nepheles hands, combing her fingers through Nepheles hair or something of the sort, she seemed unable to hold still.
Everything about C'Leena screams terror. It's in the past, but the events still scare her shitless, and seeing C'Leena outright terrified is most likely a first for Nephele. She has been nervous many times, but not terrified like she is now. "W-W-what did he want to do, Nephele? I-I don't think he would've put me to sleep first - I would've been awake for it all, not able to do anything."
Thoughts on what the man wanted to do was mortifying for her, and as much as she wanted to leave the subject and never touch on it again, she knew it was something she needed to talk about, no matter how much it scared her. She can hardly remember the last time she was this scared of something, the only other time coming to mind being the days following her waking up from a coma after the house fire. Was that really the last time?
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Post by Nephele on Sept 13, 2023 16:36:30 GMT -5
It was times like these that Nephele had to remind herself to breathe.
She had to remind herself, almost verbally, to not tighten her grip on C’Leena 's hair where her hand rested comfortably within its tresses. In complete 100% honesty, Nephele had thought about and had been thinking about the worst-case scenarios all night. Every hour she was away, every second she took carving through innumerous bodies and bathing in their red, Nephele’s mind was a torrential cavern of pure unbridled rage. She couldn't tell you what specific thoughts she was having as she ripped the vocal cords out of one man or nearly broke her wrist splintering another’s jaw, but she could tell you that the world had been tilting dangerously on its axis, and the only way to stop herself from falling off of it was to keep going.
First and foremost, Nephele had to focus on C’Leena’s face. The fear and panic in her eyes were horrific to behold, and it was an expression that she would forever fight to never see again. It broke her heart into a million pieces, and they lingered in her chest and nicked the muscle with their sharp edges. The look in Nephele's eyes was nothing short of forlorn, and she found herself speechless as she battled the part of her that was so unyieldingly angry. It was the part of her that made her almost get up from the bed and go back to the base, hunting down every man who had been left injured and marring their souls so badly that they wouldn't know who they were even in death.
There is an intense flame in Nephele's eyes, manifesting through how brightly the stars shone in there. She had gone still, no longer moving her hands to caress, but rather trying desperately to stop herself from doing something rash. It was taking a great effort, and it showed how Nephele sucked in a sharp, very distressed breath. But instead of saying anything, Nephele abruptly grabbed hold of C’Leena and hugged her, like a stone statue come to life. She said nothing else for several long moments, just holding her fiance tight enough that she could feel every ounce of her frustration and protection. It was a hug, but Nephele was shaking, trying to keep herself from dropping everything. Nephele gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, taking a heavy, deep breath.
“That monster would not lay another finger on you, and if I had the ability I would curse him and anyone who ever smiled his way to never find rest even in death. Tha péthaine me chílious thanátous.1” Nephele’s voice was simmering on a boil, heart hammering in her chest as she meant every single word she said. The Greek words she said were unfamiliar, but they spilled from her lips like poison. “You… you will not ever be hurt like that again. If you are, they will know no mercy. And no one ever will again. Do you understand?”
Nephele said nothing else for several long seconds, until C’Leena responded to her. Strangely enough, Nephele’s body temperature had somehow dropped the more she spoke, and she had just picked up on it at the tail end of her fury. She had to take several deep breaths, quivering a bit until her breath had evened out. However this took an irredeemable amount of time, as her mostly calm and composed demeanor had completely dissolved into something borderline manic. This was frightening, even to Nephele. She inhaled once more, before carefully pulling out of the hug just enough so that she could look her fiance in the eye. Nephele was crying.
“Never feel remorse for simply trying to be, C’Leena. The world is dangerous, people are dangerous. But it is not something to be feared. It is something to grow stronger for. Never let fear or people run your life, for it is precious. You did nothing wrong, and if you truly think that you are an any way at fault, you are… welcome to feel that. For your feelings are valid.” Nephele lets out another prolonged breath. She wondered if this ever got harder than it already was, trying to regulate her emotions with logic. “But just know that Charon is your home just as much as it's theirs, and they are not obligated to take that from you. And if they try, I will be here. And if I'm not, you snuff them out. For no one who tries to snuff out your light deserves the light of day.”
Nephele really wished that she didn't word half of what she said as she did, but she was furious. She knew that she would love fiercely, it was in her nature and it was simply how she was as a person. But to this intensity was… a lot. She'd never said things like these before, much less feel every syllable of it. It was equal parts like flying and falling at the same time. It was frightening, but not entirely unwelcome.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Sept 13, 2023 19:16:04 GMT -5
"You will never see me angry." Nephele said, once upon a time. Anger was never something that could be hidden away forever, even in Nepheles case where at most, she was majorly irritated (Like the time she went behind Nepheles back to adopt an Arcuila, who in this moment is fast asleep perched in a corner of the room).
C'Leena knew that, sooner or later, Nephele would get angry. And get angry she did.
Yet her reaction to it is a testament to just how much C'Leena has changed in so little time.
Old-C'Leena would have been mortified by the idea of killing another. Now, it's become something she hopes to avoid. The time it took her to change that stance meant that a lot of lives were lost, and those lives she took weigh heavy on her soul, but she takes comfort in knowing that they were done with a purpose. Blood was shed for a meaning.
Old-C'Leena would have appalled even thinking about associating with somebody with Nephele's ruthlessness. Now, she sees it as a comfort.
Her reaction to seeing the aftermath of her handiwork was never horror or disgust - it was concern. Concern for Nepheles physical health and mental wellbeing.
Another part of seeing the angry side of the one you love is also seeing how intense they can be, and C'Leena found herself as the subject of that intensity. The look in Nepheles eye, the firmness in her voice and the almost unnoticeable grip change Nephele has on her all feed back into a feeling that Nepheles anger is spiking again.
The same anger that killed thirty people in just as many minutes.
Yet, C'Leena felt no fear from Nephele, when she is certain that old-her would have. No, strangely enough, the intensity that Nephele has adopted for this subject is.. Extremely comforting. As Nephele holds onto C'Leena, hugging her, she holds the fey back, matching her embrace.
The subtle muscle twitches from Nephele tell C'Leena all she needs to know, and despite the roles currently being that Nephele is comforting C'Leena, at least for a few moments, she forces those roles to switch once again as C'Leena begins gently shushing Nephele as she takes her breath, pausing as Nephele speaks to her.
The greek piques her interest, but she can ask about it later. Nephele's sheer intensity of what she's saying doesn't concern her, and as stated before, instead brings her incredible comfort. Never had she felt so safe within someone's arms before, she was so caught up in that feeling that she barely noticed Nepheles body temperature dropping.
"..I understand." C'Leena responds simply, yet again finding something that highlights her morality shift over the course of mere months. In the moments of silence, C'Leena resumed her gentle soothing. Up until Nephele pulled away to look at her with tear filled eyes. She listened, barely acknowledging the fact that she plucked a cloth from absolute nothingness1 and began gently wiping away Nephele's tears as she spoke, not stopping in her ministrations until she finishes speaking.
Everything said was heard, and it took C'Leena a second to allow it all to sink in, but once it does, she flicks the cloth away, the fabric falling into a small rip in reality, and she simply places her own forehead against Nepheles, her eyes closed. It's C'Leena's turn to take a deep breath as she has a lot of thoughts to work through. First things first, home.
"I've never really thought of home as a place. Even before Charon, home was Rose for me. Home was wherever that cheeky little shit was. In Charon, home is by your side, even through everything that has happened. I don't want you to think that seeing you like this will change anything for the worse. If I can be completely honest, this.. intensity is.. comfortable. Reassuring. I feel safe right now - with you."
She opens her eyes to look at her fiancé, even through the featureless crystals that are her eyes, it's clear she has a look of love. The look of somebody absolutely smitten with the individual in front of them.
She takes Nepheles left hand and pulls it between them as she focuses in on the ring. "This is more than a message that I want to marry you, petal. This means that I love you for you, no matter what form that takes. It means that I want to see you safe and happy no matter what, and it's a promise that I will do everything in my power to ensure that."
"I love you, Nephele. More than the moon and stars themselves. You've helped me so much with so few words tonight, and while I'm far from healed, you've helped me. So, thank you. But I want you to know something. I want you to know that you're a god-awful influence, because if you had lashed out like this when we met, I might have been mortified, but right now I just can't get over how safe I feel in your arms because of it."
C'Leena's words are filled with warmth and love, and she interlaces her fingers with Nepheles, never once looking anywhere else other than her. It's clear to C'Leena that Nepheles own words are taking her by surprise, so C'Leena reaches up with a free hand to cup Nepheles cheek. "As long as you take your own words to mind, darling."
C'Leena pauses for a moment before taking a breath and speaking. "Thank you for being my home, my love and my savior, Nephele."
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Post by Nephele on Sept 13, 2023 20:20:38 GMT -5
She never grew used to it, the words ‘I love you’.
Nephele was much less was used to the looks C’Leena gave her, no matter how many she returned in kind. It soothed a part of her soul, like icing a wound. First came the shock, but then the comfort wasn't that far behind. She listened quietly, not noticing that she was crying until C’Leena started to wipe her face. Even then though, her eyes were on her fiancé, her treasure, completely and utterly.
Nephele had to tear her eyes away from her face to look at their rings, the two matching and lightly glittering in the sliver of moonlight that bled through the windows. It was odd, how many times she had looked at it upon first waking up and growing giddy, and how that too hadn't changed. She looked at their joined hands, blue and scarred meeting tanned and calloused. Something that she would never have imagined as her reality.
Nephele wasn't the only one emitting such intensity; C’Leena's entire existence was warm. Prosthetics or not, the warmth of a human soul was distinct, and C’Leena’s was no exception. Nephele only wished she were smarter, so she would know how to better articulate how she felt without saying the same things that she always does. She supposed she really was someone who spoke better through actions. She couldn't really be upset about that though, not when C’Leena was looking at her like that. Like she was saying the right things, like the nymph was doing well.
By the time C’Leena is done talking, Nephele's body temperature has returned to its original state, and most of her anger had slowly dimmed. It was still beneath the surface, but it could be ignored in favor of staring at her fiance just a little longer. Her last words struck a chord within her, and she found herself marveling in how similar they were. She used to feel the same way with her mother, though that was because Nephele really didn't have a choice in the matter. Now it felt… real. Genuine.
And it was beautiful.
“And thank you for being mine. I love you too.” Nephele murmured back, her voice reflecting how exhausting it was to keep her emotions in check this whole time. That, and the fatigue from fighting innumerous people was starting to take a toll on her. She never thought that her adrenaline could be so high, it was a miracle she had even been able to speak. The thought almost made her laugh.
“I truly… truly love you. If that wasn't obvious by now.” Nephele tried for some humor, her laugh a bit forced mostly because of her lack of energy. “When I marry you, I hope you'll know even then that I'm still not used to you saying that you love me. And I hope that you know that in a way, you saved me too. I adore you.”
She then leaned in for a long kiss, lasting a little longer than normal simply because of how she was bordering on passing out. After she pulls away, Nephele giggles a bit to herself. “We can continue this at a later date but…I think I'm dehydrated. And now that I think of it, my body does ache a little. Are you feeling better?”
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Sept 14, 2023 2:42:30 GMT -5
What is love?
To C'Leena, love is both everything and nothing. It's a deeply personal feeling that you know like the back of your hand, and also know no accurate ways to describe and word.
To C'Leena, love like this was foreign. She never knew the fluttering of her heart when she heard Nephele say those words back to her. She wasn't familiar with the safety of being wrapped in someone's arms at night. She didn't understand the trust of showing somebody her skin and not having to worry about odd looks and judgement, for the only looks she received were those of love.
Nephele is her everything, just as she hopes she is Nephele's. As C'Leena speaks, she notices Nephele's body temperature shift and begin returning to normal. The hardness of her eyes softens, and she overall looks like she calms down. As Nephele responds, the exhaustion is clear and - frankly, kind of adorable. She would be lying if C'Leena said she was tired, however. The adrenaline of the day still holding a firm grip on her body.
She laughs with Nephele, her heart soaring and a warm smile stuck on her face as she speaks. Even the barest mention of marriage sends her for a loop, and Nephele leaning in didn't help. She didn't mind the longer-than-normal kiss, and when Nephele says she's feeling dehydrated, the motherly instinct kicks in. "I'm feeling better, thank you. Here, sit up for me."
C'Leena sits up in bed herself, helping Nephele scooch up as well as she passes over the somehow-still-hot tea that was made. Time had definitely cooled it, but the timing has meant that the tea is at peak drinkability. But oh no, her job ain't done yet. C'Leena kisses the side of Nephele's head before standing up out of bed.
"I'll go get you some water. Two minutes, tops." She says as she quickly walks out of the room. This serves two purposes: One, she gets to take care of Nephele, which is always nice. Second, it gives her a reason to do things and not think about the events tonight.
She returns with a cup in hand and sets it on the table as she lays back into bed, her eyes helplessly stuck on the large scar across Nephele's face. Now that she's in good mental condition, she can say without a shadow of a doubt, "Yeah nah, alright I dig the scar. I really shouldn't be condoning this as a doctor but, damn I think this has been a defining revelation on what attracts me."
She begins listing off various things, "Women, cute laughs, an insatiable wanderlust, a protective personality and now facial scars. The fuck does that say about me?" She laughs to herself as she looks up to the ceiling, not really thinking of anything. Just lightly zoned out.
Although one thing is for certain: Sleep won't come easy tonight. Gives her all the more reason to look after Nephele, though, so she can't complain too much. She can get some work done, watch over her fiancé and deal with the repercussions when they become relevant.
For now, she's happy with laying in bed with her beloved. More than happy, she would be totally willing to do this forever if she had the choice.
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Post by Nephele on Oct 23, 2023 22:06:53 GMT -5
Nephele should’ve felt a bit of shame when her heart lurched slightly when C’Leena said she was going to get some water for her, instinctually wanting to follow. But she stopped herself, reminding herself of all that was said tonight. C’Leena would be fine.
She sipped the tea gingerly, not minding the drop in temperature, as it gave her something to do. Also, tea had always been a good thing to settle down with after a long day. She waited impatiently for her fiancé to return, and once she did, she found that she had relaxed marginally. Nephele smiled, thanking C’Leena and putting the empty cup of tea aside (when had she even drained it?) to exchange for her water cup. Her presence was like a salve on her weary mind and dreams body, as well as the water C’Leena returned with. Goodness, she hadn’t realized how thirsty she was. Nephele practically drained the contents of this cup as well, but this time it took a little bit longer as she’s taken off guard by C’Leena’s sudden barrage of compliments. The comment about her scar made her feel less insecure about it, but she very much demonstrated a textbook spittake, coughing as she inhaled a bit too much water out of surprise. Nephele snorted as C’Leena continued, though the last bit seemed to mostly be an afterthought of whatever was going on in C’Leena’s head.
“Complementing my scars is a bit counterintuitive if you don’t want me to accumulate more, dearest.” Nephele titters softly. She put aside her now empty water cup, subconsciously, running a finger across where she remembered it marred her. She could barely feel the difference in the skin, thanks to C’Leena’s healing, though the memory would probably be fresh for a few days. Ignoring it for now, she dropped her hand, clearing her throat. “But thank you. I’d say that it says just as much about me as you…which I’m not sure is of the safe and sane variety, if that is the proper usage.”
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Oct 24, 2023 0:29:30 GMT -5
Returning with the water and speaking her mind, C'Leena wasn't quite expecting the reaction that came from Nephele. As she begins choking on the water, C'Leena snorts and starts laughing before sitting next to her and gently patting her back.
"That's true. Still, though." She says, unable to stop herself from committing the scars to memory. Despite her joking mannerisms and outwardly calm appearance, C'Leena is wildly concerned for Nephele. She doesn't want to learn that Nephele always does something like that if C'Leena were to be taken again, because she's not even sure she'd live through another attempt like that.
On top of that, the event still has her extremely rattled, and most likely will for some time. She's reverted to an old habit of 'Joke about it to make it seem less bothersome', and she knows it. However, Nephele seems to be in a better mood, so C'Leena isn't about to ruin that for her. She can deal with it.
"Oh, petal, nothing about this," She gestures between them. "Is Safe or Sane. Still all for it, and will always love you to death, but still."
C'Leena sighs and rests her head against Nepheles shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment. Drowsiness seems to creep up on her and she feels herself drifting off. In order to avoid falling asleep just yet, C'Leena sits herself up and stretches. Tonight has been filled with almost every strong emotion under the sun. Rage, fear, mania, panic, and even more that C'Leena can't be bothered naming.
And yet, none of that matters. Not when Nephele is here. C'Leena isn't happy, but she is calm. Perhaps only for now, but it's better than nothing. C'Leena's drowsiness is clear as day as her eyelids look to be getting heavier and heavier, her movements becoming slightly more sluggish.
She wouldn't say it, but she's not looking forward to sleep.
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