Nymeria might have been looking for something intriguing, but she hadn’t expected to find it so quickly—or for it to be this compelling. The red-haired mage wasn’t easily swayed; her years of training and finely honed instincts ensured she kept her wits about her in the most dangerous situations. Yet, the man beside her exuded a presence that set her nerves alight in a way she couldn’t ignore. His scent was a warm, heady mixture of leather, spice, and something uniquely his, wrapping around her senses like an embrace she wasn’t sure she wanted to escape.
She stole a glance at him, sharp and calculating, yet veiled with an air of playful detachment. It was a game of proximity, of balancing between his magnetic pull and her own unwavering resolve. Neither could take full control of this moment—not yet.
A dark smirk curled her full lips, and her white teeth glinted under the dim, seductive lighting of the room. The effect was wolfish, confident, and just dangerous enough to provoke curiosity. “A given name that does fit indeed,” she said, her voice smooth and low, each word dipped in velvet and lined with steel. The subtle warning beneath the surface might have been missed by anyone less attuned than he was. “But that is not the one I’ve earned.”
Her moniker meant something far beyond simple introductions—something whispered in corners of Tevinter that few dared tread. It wasn’t just a name; it was a reputation forged in the crucible of power and determination. Fear followed its utterance, though she had yet to discern how far its tendrils had spread beyond her homeland.
Nymeria’s hand lingered on her glass of vodka, the pad of her thumb tracing idle circles along the rim. She laughed softly at his smooth words, a sound that carried amusement laced with something sharper. “Did I? Well... sorry,” she said, the false apology gleaming in her eyes as much as her tone. Her gaze twinkled with unspoken mischief, the kind that hinted at both delight and danger.
Her magic simmered beneath her skin, a steady hum that responded to the environment, to him. It surged and ebbed like an untamed tide, as though attuned to the alluring stranger’s presence. It wasn’t often her instincts were so thoroughly tested, but the way his words laced with insinuation and his confidence held its edge made her pulse quicken. She lifted the glass to her lips, the cool burn of vodka sliding down her throat as her grey eyes held his.
“Hmm, you’ve got me all figured out, haven’t you?” she teased, her voice light yet evasive. Nymeria never surrendered her truths easily—not in life and certainly not in the delicate dance they were engaged in now. “But tell me, what’s wrong with a little danger now and then?” The rhetorical question was as much a declaration as an invitation. Danger was her domain. It ignited the fire in her blood, made her magic sing in harmony with the dark voice that echoed in her mind. In this moment, everything hummed in perfect synchronization, a rare and intoxicating feeling.
His compliment hung in the air, and she savored the pause it created. Finally, she responded, her voice tinged with thoughtful curiosity. “Nothing of the sorts. It was... the energy. Electric and pulsing. So... charged,” she mused, her words deliberately slow and measured. Her head tilted slightly, studying him as though he were a fascinating specimen in a world full of dull imitation. “But now I understand it. This essence... it’s all connected to its owner.” Her smile widened, playful and predatory. “Curious. Very curious.”
When he leaned back just enough to test the waters, Nymeria rose from her chair, the movement fluid and deliberate. She didn’t plan to let him hold the reins so easily. Standing before him, her presence was commanding, the weight of her aura palpable. “Now, now, you’re almost making me feel special,” she purred, her voice laced with a dangerous kind of amusement.
Her hand landed lightly on his chest, the contact intentional yet unhurried, as though staking a claim. Slowly, her fingers traveled to his shoulder, then up the side of his neck, weaving through the short, soft locks at its base. The touch was a study in contrasts—gentle at first, then firm as her grip tightened just enough to tip his head back. The motion was neither dominance nor submission; it was a challenge, an unspoken question. She leaned in close, her lips brushing the shell of his ear as her breath ghosted over his skin.
“Why don’t you show me around your Lux?” The question was innocent in phrasing, yet her tone was anything but. Her words dripped with intent, laced with a subtle dare. She’d already gleaned the pride he took in this place from his demeanor, the way he spoke of it with unshakable confidence. It was no wonder he’d built it to reflect his ambition. In her own way, she respected that arrogance; it mirrored her own drive.
As her lips curved into another smirk, her eyes locked with his, daring him to take the next step.
@Lustara
She stole a glance at him, sharp and calculating, yet veiled with an air of playful detachment. It was a game of proximity, of balancing between his magnetic pull and her own unwavering resolve. Neither could take full control of this moment—not yet.
A dark smirk curled her full lips, and her white teeth glinted under the dim, seductive lighting of the room. The effect was wolfish, confident, and just dangerous enough to provoke curiosity. “A given name that does fit indeed,” she said, her voice smooth and low, each word dipped in velvet and lined with steel. The subtle warning beneath the surface might have been missed by anyone less attuned than he was. “But that is not the one I’ve earned.”
Her moniker meant something far beyond simple introductions—something whispered in corners of Tevinter that few dared tread. It wasn’t just a name; it was a reputation forged in the crucible of power and determination. Fear followed its utterance, though she had yet to discern how far its tendrils had spread beyond her homeland.
Nymeria’s hand lingered on her glass of vodka, the pad of her thumb tracing idle circles along the rim. She laughed softly at his smooth words, a sound that carried amusement laced with something sharper. “Did I? Well... sorry,” she said, the false apology gleaming in her eyes as much as her tone. Her gaze twinkled with unspoken mischief, the kind that hinted at both delight and danger.
Her magic simmered beneath her skin, a steady hum that responded to the environment, to him. It surged and ebbed like an untamed tide, as though attuned to the alluring stranger’s presence. It wasn’t often her instincts were so thoroughly tested, but the way his words laced with insinuation and his confidence held its edge made her pulse quicken. She lifted the glass to her lips, the cool burn of vodka sliding down her throat as her grey eyes held his.
“Hmm, you’ve got me all figured out, haven’t you?” she teased, her voice light yet evasive. Nymeria never surrendered her truths easily—not in life and certainly not in the delicate dance they were engaged in now. “But tell me, what’s wrong with a little danger now and then?” The rhetorical question was as much a declaration as an invitation. Danger was her domain. It ignited the fire in her blood, made her magic sing in harmony with the dark voice that echoed in her mind. In this moment, everything hummed in perfect synchronization, a rare and intoxicating feeling.
His compliment hung in the air, and she savored the pause it created. Finally, she responded, her voice tinged with thoughtful curiosity. “Nothing of the sorts. It was... the energy. Electric and pulsing. So... charged,” she mused, her words deliberately slow and measured. Her head tilted slightly, studying him as though he were a fascinating specimen in a world full of dull imitation. “But now I understand it. This essence... it’s all connected to its owner.” Her smile widened, playful and predatory. “Curious. Very curious.”
When he leaned back just enough to test the waters, Nymeria rose from her chair, the movement fluid and deliberate. She didn’t plan to let him hold the reins so easily. Standing before him, her presence was commanding, the weight of her aura palpable. “Now, now, you’re almost making me feel special,” she purred, her voice laced with a dangerous kind of amusement.
Her hand landed lightly on his chest, the contact intentional yet unhurried, as though staking a claim. Slowly, her fingers traveled to his shoulder, then up the side of his neck, weaving through the short, soft locks at its base. The touch was a study in contrasts—gentle at first, then firm as her grip tightened just enough to tip his head back. The motion was neither dominance nor submission; it was a challenge, an unspoken question. She leaned in close, her lips brushing the shell of his ear as her breath ghosted over his skin.
“Why don’t you show me around your Lux?” The question was innocent in phrasing, yet her tone was anything but. Her words dripped with intent, laced with a subtle dare. She’d already gleaned the pride he took in this place from his demeanor, the way he spoke of it with unshakable confidence. It was no wonder he’d built it to reflect his ambition. In her own way, she respected that arrogance; it mirrored her own drive.
As her lips curved into another smirk, her eyes locked with his, daring him to take the next step.
@Lustara
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