#thenightmareofyourdrems

@thenightmareofyourdrems asked:

❛  you won't say it, but i know you blame me.  ❜ ~ seb (did i choose angsty post "in the shadow of the relic" stuff? yes i did)

Nimue wasn't really certain what she was supposed to do now. She'd never liked Sebastian's use of the Dark Arts. She'd tried, like Ominis, to stop him from going down that path. She'd been too slow, she should have done more. This was her fault. Her jaw had firmly set as she stared at nothing in particular. The Keepers had told her that curing Anne through ancient magic was possible, that it wouldn't hurt Anne, but they'd been very clear about the fact that she would need a container for the curse once it was out. It needed to go somewhere. It was a container, or taking it on herself. Despite asking Professor Fig to look for a container of goblin silver, one hadn't been found yet.

She should have just bitten the bullet, taken the curse. Better her than Anne. Better her than Sebastian.

Did she blame Sebastian? Her dark brown gaze flicked towards him. "I don't blame you for trying to save Anne." He cared. People did terrible things for those they loved. That was a fact Nimue knew well. Morals would bend, lives could be taken, you'd give your very soul. "Solomon did try to kill us. Killing him was self-defense, but it... It shouldn't have gotten to that point, no." She should have taken the curse herself.

five love languages

the clasp of her necklace caught with a soft click beneath sebastian's careful hands and a little magic. for a moment, beatrice simply looked at the silver heart-shaped charm resting in her palm, surprised by how easily it had been made whole again. her thumb absently brushed over the rose engraved into its surface before she swept her copper waves aside and fastened it once more at her throat ... and to her delight, it held as though nothing had been broken at all.

her gaze lifted from the newly-repaired necklace to sebastian with a soft, grateful smile—not with her usual easy courtesy, but with unmistakable sweetness. "thank you." her gaze lingered on him for a heartbeat longer than it ordinarily might have.

'got a letter from anne this morning, i have yet to read it. -- no.

❝ i want to get out of the castle, preferably for the whole damn weekend. ❞ a pale finger draws idle circles upon the timeworn couch's torn leather. there is a silent question in the tone of his the heir's words. ❝ COME WITH ME? ❞ let's brave the forbidden forest, let's climb on dragonback and let nagini carry us onto the shores. anything was better than these stuffed halls.

@thenightmareofyourdrems asked: ❝are you spying on me now?❞ tyler&wednesday

"you said you were hungry, so i brought you something." from @thenightmareofyourdrems / jack

helping him out wasn't a good choice.  maeve was clever enough to know when her empathy was a failing rather than a gift - and yet it didn't stop her determination to do the right thing,  regardless of the complications to undercover work.  bar was much calmer after hours: without endless eyes, endless sounds,  all the things that kept her too busy to doubt herself.  (she could pretend - at least to herself - she was trying to avoid his ruining her cover.  but somehow she doubted he'd actually intentionally get her killed, it was hardly magician's style.)

@thenightmareofyourdrems bared their pretty throat : "how long have you been watching me?" ± tyler

‘Long enough to wonder whether you were going to ask, or keep pretending you hadn’t noticed.’

Wasn’t that the funny thing about being watched? People acted offended, but only after they had enjoyed the proof they were worth looking at. Tyler had felt it before he turned, Lucien would have put money on that. The little pause in his shoulders, the question held back for a breath too long, the way suspicion tried to pass itself off as annoyance. Admirable effort. Not especially convincing, but admirable. ( Really, if he wanted privacy he had chosen a tragic amount of personality for someone standing in public. Poor planning. ) Lucien remained where he was, far too comfortable to look guilty, eyes fixed on him with the sort of interest that never bothered pretending to be accidental. Watching was one thing. Reading was another, and Tyler had given away far more in the asking than he had during the silence before it.

‘Why, love? Worried I saw something interesting?’

She had gotten under his skin enough to make him lash out, and she couldn't help but be thrilled by it. Oh, she loved seeing this side of him. Most would be scared, but not her; she had already let saidar fill her, for if she had to fight him off of her. It made her feel everything so much more, and she felt excited. So she couldn't help the small smile from appearing. "Yes, Rand, show me." She got out as he grabbed her throat.

It made her feel more alive than she had in a long time, seeing him volatile like this, his dark side coming out in all the right ways. She knew it had always been in him, but where she had shown her dark side, he had pretended not to have any of it; here it was, though. "Will you try to kill me?"