AFTER THE NIGHT WHEN I WAKE UP \ I'LL SEE WHAT TOMORROW BRINGS
She breathes, the cold air stinging all the way down her trachea.
It is at this moment that sickly eyes meet hers, dark and tumultuous like the sea tossing before the oncoming storm. The spider steadies and stills in an almost unnerving fashion, clearly lashed up with tension and laced with eagerness. Perched in the shadows above her, Lilómiel rumbles softly, a nearly inaudible, guttural growl which echoes faintly through the frozen arches. His scarlet eyes glow dimly, and then darken, as he squirms back deeper into his alcove at Nym's urgings. To show
Nymeria will need to rely only on her wits.
And it seems they are good enough.
While her body remains tight and hard with tension, something about her eyes softens ever so slightly. The façade of youthful nightmarish eases, and something bubbly and vulnerable seethes up to the outermost of Nymeria's skin. "I saw blood a couple kilometers south from here," the spider admitted, exhaling nervously. "That's why I came here. I was nervous about what could be out there."
WILL I EVER EVER REACH THE FLOOR?
MORE, GIVE ME MORE, GIVE ME MORE
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@Gull
Yes I lied, don't think about you all the time
All my switchblade words ain't aim to cut your sweet delusions