#nimthia

[bloodshonor]

“You were kind to me, I remember.”

[Prompt]

Bo furrowed his brows slightly as he looked over at the womer who spoke to him. Although her words made it seem like he should know her, he wasn’t quite sure he did. After a moment, he offered her a smile, however, and nodded.

“Well, I’m glad I was. I would hate to hear I had been cruel to someone,” he replied, and held out a hand for her to shake should she choose. “My name is Bo, by the way. I can’t recall introducing myself before.”

[themageandthemisanthrope]

♡

“The food you brought me was delicious.” Elspeth frowned, not sure if that was considered a compliment. “And you are kind of adorable!”

[themageandthemisanthrope]

‘loaded question’

Elspeth narrowed her eyes at the mer. There was something ‘off’ about her manner of speaking and something didn’t ring true. And as Elspeth had several bottles of mead, she was feeling rather uninhibited and wanting to get to the bottom of it. Normally, she would have left the otherwise quiet mer alone. “Want to think up a better lie?”

[nextsummersseeds]

Favourite flower! Go!

Nimthia

“Lavender! It s-smells so nice a-and looks so pretty, not t-to mention you can use it in b-baking like to make cookies, a-and you can use it in t-tea or in perfumes and it always s-smells so good. And having s-some by my bed always r-relaxes me.”

Mya’Dar

“Deathbell or Nightshade. They both look nice and make useful poisons as well. I always try and keep some nearby.”

Arzuug

“Hm. Choosing just one seems a rather difficult task to be honest. I rather like Dragon’s Tongue or Tundra Cotton but recently I found someone selling Gleamblossoms and I think they may have taken the top spot. They’re absolutely beautiful and so unique.”

Aodhfin

“I don’t normally think about things like flowers, but if I had to choose I would say Thistles.”

[nextsummersseeds]

Sweet Sleep

Don't want to let it lay me down this time, drown my will to fly. Here in the darkness I know myself. Can't break free until I let it go.

It was getting harder and harder to sleep. More and more often Nimthia found herself watching the sun rise and struggling to keep her eyes open for the rest of the day. Yet even when she was exhausted and crawled into bed she still couldn’t sleep.

Thoughts swirled her mind, voices clamouring at her until she covered her ears and begged at them to stop. Reminders that she was useless, pathetic, ruining everything she came in contact with. They were so loud it was hard to convince herself they weren’t real.

There was one way she could try to sleep or at least not care that she wasn’t sleeping. Yet every time she had the tiny bottle in her hand and could practically taste the sweetness on her tongue she hated herself. She was as weak as her father told her, a useless addict like he said her mother was. Yet no matter how much self-hatred she had it still wasn’t enough to stop her. Nimthia would try to stop and then flashbacks of the torture of withdrawal her father forced her through would leave her a shaking mess.

She knew this situation couldn’t last. No matter how careful she was, she knew it was all too easy to get caught. To slip up. And there was only a tiny amount left of the supply she had brought with her. It would run out and then what would she do?

No wonder she ruined everything. How could she possibly be a good person worth loving when she had this hidden away? Ziril had been right; her paranoia had been right. She wasn’t deserving of nice things and she was going to ruin everyone else’s lives the way she ruined her own.

Pulling her knees up to her chest Nimthia forced herself to remain silent as she cried, the echoes of voices reinforcing her self-hatred still taunting her. The sobs caught in her throat as she rolled the vial between her fingers. Forcing herself to not give in, to not be her weak self and try and be the person she wanted to be.

The sun was almost up. She just needed to last a little longer and then she could get away from temptation and the voices in her head and nobody would be any wiser. She just needed a little more time.

[nextsummersseeds]

"Nimthia..? Nimthia, are you alright?" Dalamus asked, concernedly knocking on her closed bedroom door. He knew she was not alright, but did not know what else to do. "Will you open the door so we may talk?"

It took her a few moments to respond, the faint sound of shuffling coming from behind the door before it slowly swung open. Petal was cradled in her arms, purring away oblivious to the surroundings and Nimthia stared at the kitten so she wouldn’t have to meet Dal’s gaze. 

“Everything i-is fine,” she lied weakly, her eyes still looking puffy and swollen. “I’m... I’m o-okay...”

[nextsummersseeds]

Nimthia, how do you feel knowing you have driven a huge wedge between Dalamus and his daughter? That's right, she left him because of you. She thinks he's replaced her with you, and now she doesn't even want to see him anymore, even said she didn't want to be a part of the family anymore. What? Did you expect to be loved and accepted? Don't be silly, girl, happy endings only exist in fairytales.

Emotionally shatter my muse. Break them. Hurt them. Give them a nightmare that will haunt them. Make them cry.

“I… I d-didn’t mean…” Her hands stilled from where they had been pulling at a loose thread on her shirt. She had been right in worrying- it was her fault. Of course it had been her fault. 

Nimthia’s throat hurt and she swallowed repeatedly, trying to stop herself from just bursting into tears. That could wait until she was alone at least. “I just wa-wanted things t-to be better… I n-never meant for o-other people t-to get hurt be-because of me…” She bit down on her lip, her eyes watering. “What d-do I do? I d-don’t want to b-be the cause of th-this…”

[nextsummersseeds]

Dalamus and Nimthia in the most tragi-dorable Father/Daughter adopted family ship. They each feel a bit broken and broken people know best how to help other broken people, because they've had to put themselves back together so many times that they/ve memorized how the pieces fit. They can keep each other whole a little longer than other people can before the next breakdown. Ohgod I made myself sad. AND THEN THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER. THE END.

Who do you ship my muse with?

[[Ahhh they are so precious and man they give me sooo many feels. I swear one of these days after the awful plot involving Ziril that is going to kill me there needs to be so much nice things for these two because precious family feels ajdhajdhajs]]