#nihasa

Happy bday to me 🥺💕

To what end for all who witnessed what happened this night.... @intoxication-wra

   The day passed as Diaage and Nihasa settled into their temporary residence at Sunspire Port. The little house resided at the end of a block. Grey and tanned stucco lined the walls inside and out that was filled up with boxes and newly purchased furniture.     “Do we have to stay here forever, minn’da?” The little girl spoke as she tugged onto her mother’s pants.      The old woman would turn to Nihasa and kneel before her, letting her hands gently onto those small shoulders. An olivine-streaked iris would stare upon the youthful visage. “Just for a little while, Ni-Ni. Minn’da is going to make sure you’re safe, alright? There are some bad creatures out there who want to hurt us and I will do my damnedest to protect us.”      Nihasa seemed to frown but nodded in acceptance. She would let up her small hands to pull off her mother’s eye-patch. “I can protect us, minn’da. You don’t have to worry about anyone hurting you anymore, okay?” Diaage wilted her ears as a wry smile tugged to her lips. The little girl would trail her frail fingers down the scarred eye of her mother’s.      The ex-director would pull her daughter’s hands within her own, “We’ll protect each other, okay?” As she spoke she’d press her lips gently to the little girl’s fingers for a kiss. No one was going to hurt either one of them, not as long as Diaage lived. She’d make damned sure of that ever since the day she was kidnapped as a baby.      “Let’s go get something to eat, darling.” Diaage spoke as she’d push herself up from the ground and would hold onto Nihasa’s hand, exiting the house and moving to an inn to fetch some food. 

  “Maybe you should put in breaks between your training, Diaage.” Elsif garnered a soft sigh as he’d place his hand upon her shoulder. It was obvious Araste’s regiment had put her on edge and worn out since the day she started. “You being this undone could spell disaster in certain situations.”    “Don’t worry one just needs a little nap. Things just hit hard...nnn.. still have some business to take care of.” She yawned once more only to slip onto the nanny’s form to use as a pillow.      “Business? What do you still have to do at this late hour?” The blonde haired nanny questioned.      “Mm....nn...” Diaage sighed softly through her nose as she’d put a hand to her left ear, pressing a button of the attached communicator. “Channel.. 285538... ....yes i’ll hold.”     “Miss Malievi?” Elsif questioned again as he looked down to her. The old woman would let up her right index finger to him as if asking him to wait.     “Hello? Yes this is M.D.” She spoke to her communicator. “Je’kali. It’s been some time. Yes, I know. Five years. Dead? I thought so too. Hey. You and Rae still together?... ...Good. I need to shift about six units, if you’re still in the business. Oh. Excellent. No, that’s alright. Still the same price? 30,000 sound alright? Good. Thanks, will be in touch. Send love to Rae for me.”    The communicator cut off as Diaage twisted her olivine-streaked iris up to Elsif. “Just needed to get that done. Don’t have any live rounds anymore and just want to be on the safe side in any case of Karkarov, Valadil or.. well, Intoxication, I suppose.” She exhaled another sigh as her right hand would push up to touch the man’s neck.   “Playing with fire, Miss Malievi.” Elsif frowned.   “Oh..? No, no... They don’t want me as their enemy, dove." The old woman laughed shortly through her nose. “I’ll make sure of it...”