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She has never seen her ice king so tight, so tense; the snarl that comes from him is a bestial sound that she would never have associated with him. And it's her fault. Her own selfishness in bringing Lace here has driven her cold, calm monarch to this, and guilt stabs through her worse than one of Mauja's ice spikes.
Lace replies, and Nyx's eyes roll so hard they nearly fall out of her damn head. You get the stick out of your ass! No, YOU get the stick out of your ass! The silver snorts, exasperated - but exasperation is just the tip of the iceberg, the outer layer of what she's feeling. Yes, their masculine stand-off has a certain humour to it, like two peacocks fluffing up their feathers and strutting with inflated tails and egos alike, but this runs deeper than that - this goes beyond what Nyx would call amusing. It is serious business; they could fight, she could be kicked from the herd, she could be condemned for her crimes and kicked away like a common dog. This is not a laughing matter. She fidgets from hoof to hoof, nervous, antsy, tense. Lace continues, and he's hardly demure about his desire to live here. "What he means to say is that he would love to stay here, pretty please and thank you," she says, trying to sound lighthearted and diffuse the situation in spite of her pounding heart and dry mouth. But the words sound forced on her tongue, and her expression darkens into a frown. Stop trying so hard, she tells herself. She could dance around naked in front of the duo and she doesn't think that would distract them from their brooding rage towards one another. And, like a coward, she stays silent. She sits on the fence, unwilling to side with either stallion, to argue the point of one of them. Yes, it isn't her place, but she should still say something, should tell Mauja to stop staring ice-spikes at Lace or tell Lace to stop pushing his luck and submit for fuck's sake. But she doesn't. The steel soldier is cowed, with her neck arched and tense and her nostrils flared wide, dancing from foot to foot with potent tension. What do I do? |
@Mauja
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
