Who: @agnesisolda
When: after the quest the drowned king
What a night, day well she wasn’t sure but it had sure been a shit show. It started off a fantastic night, calla had been there and they had played some games together, one cutting closer to the bone then she had liked. But she hoped what the game runner had said when she got fate ‘A heart once broken may yet mend anew’ was somewhat true. Because she had been a mixed of emotions when hearing Agnes screams but one thing she hadn’t been was guilty. She had felt like she was betraying Lyra when she was around Agnes… actually her wife was the furthest from her mind when around the other. But now lied there in her own bed next to Agnes, while the others eyes were still closed she couldn’t help but sink into her own thoughts of how much of a horrible wife she was. Here she was sharing a bed with someone who wasn’t Lyra, she had have chosen to sleep anywhere but she had chosen to be beside Agnes. Maybe it was karma that her hands were necrotic, cold, like they were suffering from the last stages of frostbite. 
When she first received that invitation she hadn’t thought twice about accepting it, maybe she had been to prideful in think that she would have received such an invite naturally. There were to many things that didn’t add up for all this to be pure coincidence. Turing over to now face Agnes slumbering face she gently tucked a strand of lose hair behind her ear. All that pain Agnes had been through had been a trap, she had been bait. Nyla wasn’t sure she was the intended target or not but how would they know her affection for Agnes if she’d never said it out loud? The back of cold fingers trailed down Agnes cheek, down her arm till there hands met. Nyla hadn’t meant to disturb the other as they started to wake one word softly slipped from her lips “Hi”
