I just imagined Cor and Nyx doing the spiderman meme when they encounter each other again at the meeting of the Murn and the Ri.
*giggle snorts*
That is an amazing image. Here, I wrote a little thing:
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Nyx did not want to be here. No matter how much a part of him - the fihrie part - preened at being invited to court by The Mürn herself. He felt her unblinking gaze as a near physical weight upon his shoulders.
He felt naked under that weight. Which he very nearly was, dressed only on the pelt and markings he had ineherited from The Ulric. The only human thing about him right now were his braids and beads, and Nyx felt... He did not know what he felt about it.
The Mürn held out her hand in that weightless motion of hers and curled in a single finger. Nyx did not know if he should be fascinated or repulsed as he watched the six joints of her finger bent. Still, he followed her silent command and stepped closer.
The finger curled inwards a second time.
Nyx stepped closer still.
This little pull and dance continued until Nyx stood next to her seat of power. Closer than any fihrie had ever stood to it before. The other fihrie of the High Court looked at him in obvious eny. Nyx dearly wished he could trade places with one of them. Even though a part of him preened.
"You are back," The Mürn says, her words so full of satisfaction and possessiveness, they made Nyx visibly shudder.
She looked so very pleased.
"It was rather sudden," he answered, intentionally meaning the Galahkari as a whole.
For a split second the mutterings of the High Court rose in volume. They quieted with a single tilt of The Mürn's chin.
She raised her hand again, holding it as if she wanted to caress his cheek. He ignored it and simply kept looking at her face. For a moment her wild curls reminded him of the foam on a stormy sea. There was something... something Nyx couldn't place.
"You are back," she said again, and the sheer yearning her voice carried now, stole his breath away.
"That I am." The words stumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, and they were filled with such amazement, he surprised even himself.
One of her knuckles brushed close to his cheek. The skin there felt hot and cold.
"We will not loose what is ours again," The Mürn said.
It nearly felt like... like a promise, and this time Nyx could not tell if she meant the Galahkari as a whole or him. He blinked, long and slow, more in a human motion of surprise than a fihrie expression of trust, but-
Something in her expression shattered and she
She smiled.
The Mürn smiled and every single flower of her seat of power bloomed. One of the crystal birds sang and it tasted like honeyed black roses.
Coolness spread along Nyx's cheek where The Mürn had nearly touched him, spreading over his temple and down his neck. It jolted him right back into reality.
Along with the rumbling grind of stone and crystal. Jovial laughter sounded in the distance.
"It seemes someone followed us," The Mürn said, turning her attention to the far side of the court.
Nyx felt like a heavy weight had been liften off his shoulders.
He followed her line of sight and felt like someone had punched the air right out of him all over again. There, on the far side, two visitors had arrived. Two uninvited visitors.
And Nyx recognised one of them. Cor Leonis - looking far less human than he had last seen him - stood next to a being, small and stout, with hair like moss and weathered skin the colour of earth. They laughed, loud and grinding.
"What a wonderful marvellous place you have here," they said like they meant it.
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