Falling (I)

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[161] Nymaya: Falling
Mon May 15 21:59:57 2017
To: All Verminasia Crelius ( Imm RP )
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She sat in the darkness of her empty bedroom, her head held in her hands, and listened to the haunting strains of the music box.  It resonated like a tremor inside her, shaking her down to the very core before joining the Haunt, to become something else. 

For as shaken and severed as she was in that moment though, there was also a sense of ease. 

She had been given a not-so-subtle reminder of the thread she had set on the tapestry of Algoron - or below it, more accurately - and had no desire to lessen that sacrifice with undue regret or fear. 

She couldn't quite slow her heartbeat though so she did what she had not done in years for the second time in as many days.  She sat up, centered herself on the edge of the bed and let her control loose.  Revisiting the Haunt, or the breath of what lingered within her, was not easy.  It had been thoroughly blackened and left what could only be described as an oily sensation behind as she focused on its singular harmony.  She never came back from it the same. 

The screams were there, beneath it, a whisper at the edge.  The family she had set ablaze to kill an assassin that had taken a Kyorl life.  The gray eyes, from which she had stolen life.  The green eyes that had shaped her. The brown eyes that had loved and left her.  The fiends numbering beyond count in Necrucifer's realm. 

She fell again below the still surface and into pandemonium. 

Nymaya.. 

The sound of her name slipped through her, threading a path to the soul, and gripped tight - unrelenting and possessive.  It would not relinquish her to the oblivion of the current she sought and she was drawn back, out of the depths. 

She regained her senses with an enraged cry of frustration that rang through the room and would have stood but for the breath that whispered past her ear and the soft, throaty chuckle of amusement that followed. 

The darkness shifted, flexing in the room and cold tendrils drifted over her flesh before the emptiness returned.  Alone again, she lifted her fingers to brush over the cut stretching along the side of her face, and let the solitude sink in as she dropped her head back into her hands.