morning after // @darktief1ing ;;

Nan would never get used to the feeling of the Shadow Curse around them. It slid across her skin like cold oil, seeping into her bones until she couldn't get warm. It was far from the only reason she'd sought out Feanor the night before, but it was what had caused her to burrow against him all night, hiding in his arms as if it would be enough to stave off the cold.

Morning -- if it could be called that -- found her stomach rumbling. Even then, it took a good while before Nan lifted her face from where it was buried against Feanor's neck and started to slip away in search of breakfast -- only for him to pull her back flush against his body.

types of kisses // @racointeur ;;

Deadly as she was in battle, Nan was far from refined. She tended to throw herself into a fight, relying on speed and brute strength to overwhelm her enemies, and simply powered through any hits that happened to land. She'd gotten a good bruise blooming around her eye, and it stung whenever she blinked, or frowned, or spoke, or simply existed.

unprompted // @racointeur ;;

There was one person in all Faerun who could expect Nan's unflinching obedience. No matter the ask, brutal or soft, she was Seraphina's loyal hound, her weapon to wield, her servant to command. And far be it from her to question a demand as sweet as that. Nan wasted no time closing the distance between them, wrapping an arm around Sera's waist, and kissing her deeply.

The woman's scent was dizzying, and Nan let herself fall into it, gently trailing her claws through Sera's hair and along the pale column of her neck, where her lifesblood thrummed loudest. As powerful as Sera was, she still wore that fragile, thin layer of mortal skin, so easy to break. She angles a claw inwards, drawing a single bead of crimson from Sera's throat. All Nan would have to do was press a little harder, and she'd get to see that rare and beautiful light drain away in a slow, painful death.

unprompted // @glasyanfire ;;

unprompted // @glasyanfire ;;

morning after // @darktief1ing ;;

Nan didn't always need to cuddle after a long night with someone, but she liked it. The warmth of another body against the cold of the Shadow Curse, a heartbeat alive against her ear, hands on her skin, a safe harbor when her nightmares threatened to carry her off to sea. She awoke with her face buried against Feanor's chest, a purr in her throat that turned into a laugh at his words.