#nightdaughtcr

for   once,   when   a   smile   kept   on   tagging   at   her   lips   it   was   not   forced.   it   was   not   fake.   it   might   have   been   their   first   true   date,   yet   for   the   first   time   marisa   felt   something   new   entirely   coil   within   her   chest   as   she   looked   into   the   other's   blue   eyes.   there   had   been   a   man   she   might   have   been   crazy   about   once...   one   she,   for   a   time,   wished   to   have   known   sooner,   before   she   married   edward,   for   with   him   it   wouldn't   have   been   a   mere   calculated   move   in   the   grand   scheme   she   created   for   her   life   —   &   one   that   had   nearly   collapsed   in   ruin   for   she   had   fallen   for   the   whims   of   her   hearts,   &   to   drag   herself   back   up,   it   didn't   come   about   without   leaving   bodies   behind   her   —   her   husband's,   &   asriel's   too.   but   now,   she   felt   like   this   time   around...   perhaps   following   this   warm   sensation   would   bring   her   all   but   ruin...   

&   she   didn't   even   have   to   try   to   push   him   out   of   her   mind   when   mierin   smiled   at   her   like   this.   still   holding   onto   her   hand,   marisa   stepped   closer...   leaned   in   to   whisper   into   the   other's   ear   ;   a   title   that   would   do   good   for   the   begining,   but   something   she   could   only   expect   someone   as   ambitious   as   mierin   would   very   much   know.   she   looked   at   the   man   at   the   piano   then   as   she   came   to   the   end   of   the   song,   &   the   ice   in   her   eyes   now   nore   little   of   the   warmth   she   speared   for   her   date.    ❝   take   a   break.   now.   &   better   think   through   accompaniment   before   everyone   will   get   bored   to   death.   ❞   the   man   almost   tripped   as   he   hurriedly   got   onto   his   feet.   pathetic.   ❝   shall   we?   ❞

@nightdaughtcr continued.

A  horrible  decision  - words  inadequate  to  describe  the  madness  of  his  action .  But  he  didn’t  know  what  to  do,  where  to  go.  And  however  heated  might  have  their  break-up  been ,  maybe  she  would  still  listen …  Pathetic.  He  felt  pathetic .  But  at  the  same  time ,  he  didn’t  want  to  see  the  world  burn  by  his  hand .

Still ,  when  the  sound  of  steps  broke  the  silence ,  and  the  all  too  familiar  figure  approach,  surprise  momentarily  crept  into  his  face .  ❝ You  came . ❞  Were  the  only  words  to  escape  his  lips.

Her  rage  knew  no  boundaries  and  yet  she  had  found  herself  facing  the  limits  of  her  powers.  Oh,  it  felt  like  another  cruel  joke,  another  punsh  in  the  face  as  if  she  hadn't  fallen  deep  enough  yet.  Heaven  had  forsaken  her  and  Hell  had  yet  to  welcome  her  among  their  rows,  so  what  was  she  to  do?  It  was  by  sheer  luck  that  she  had  stumbled  across  what  could  be  the  solution  to  her  problems.  There  had  been  some  complications  but  soon  enough  Ranna  found  herself  face  to  face  with  a  woman  she  had  high  hopes  for.

"How  long  has  it  been,"  the  fallen  angel  questioned.  "For  how  long  have  you  been  chained?"

@nightdaughtcr ; asked for ranna

›       TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS     | accepting ! ↳ @nightdaughtcr  asked : "Stop before I kiss you."

an outstretched lithe hand halts right before it reaches lanfear's neck the moment she says stop... hovering a few inches from her. the pallid woman gives the taller forsaken a contemplative stare, her lilac-rouge hues unwavering. after a beat of deliberation, amelia's hand makes contact on lanfear's skin, cool palm cradling the contour of her jaw and neck as if she's something precious to hold. the pad of the thumb ghosts below her earlobe, a gentle caress one would do when they appreciate ornate embroidery on fine silk. like art...

Egwene had been chased in dreams after dreams by this Dark Friend. Lanfear, by Rand's words. It was still hard to accept how Rand had been with her in dreams, while she was trying to murder her. But she wasn't the frail person she once was. She was a survivor. And Lanfear wouldn't change that.

The room was warm despite the cold austerity of its stone walls and floor. Light spilled in from high windows and an open balcony, gauzy curtains lifting and falling with each sigh of wind. She wasn’t dressed in the red of her Ajah today, but in a pale dress, something softer, reminiscent of what the elder women of her village once wore. The kind of garment she had never been allowed, never dared, to wear.

Bare feet moved silently toward the balcony. She paused at the threshold, hands gliding to her waist before pulling them forward, enfolding the woman in front of her in a quiet embrace. Bodies pressed close. "You haven't visited me in some time," she murmured, a kiss brushing her shoulder, eyes fluttering shut at the scent she had never forgotten, never could.

Her need, ever-present, lived just beneath the skin. She had never been gentle. But she had learned to try.

"You need something from me?" The question came low, almost a whisper, but it was a plea all the same. She wanted to be needed. By her. The only one she had ever allowed herself to want.

@nightdaughtcr sent ≡ for marisa's reaction to mierin offering her a place to stay overnight

@nightdaughtcr sent: It's always been there no matter how far that you run.

                   ˜”*°•.     Scream .  This  was  all  he  wanted—to  scream  until  his  lungs  gave  out, until  the  world  stood  still  and  time  rewrote  itself.  Everything  was  going  wrong  -  every  step  forwards ,  a  dozen  back  .  His  eyes  locked  on  her  own  -  so  many  feelings  battling  against  each  other ,  but  at  the  same  time,  none  at  all .  He’d  trusted  her  -  he’d  looked  past  everything ,  every  lie  and  he’d  given  her  a  second   chance.  And  what  had  she  done  with  it ?  Tortured  Egwene ?  Played  pretend  right  into  his  face ?