#miahka mhori

[huntress-of-the-unknown]

I am still doing them, thank you in advance! And have your own! - 6. a  kiss  as  a  warning.

Oh, how much did she love that part of the city.

The high, pale spires, sinking in the night sky like fangs. Herself, gliding and jumping, running and stalking the rooftops… Free, in her own forgotten dominion. A thief no more… Mostly. But still, a creature of night, someone robed in simple dark clothes and enamored only of her own pair of daggers and money. Surely. Mostly… Probably.

She thought at first it was a marble statue. Nearly impossible, because she knew all of them by heart… And no ishgardian sculptor was good enough to have made her. The drapes of her white dress, the ivory skin glistening under the moonlight… The inky scales, framing her face like a lace veil, pulled apart. Something was so wrong with that. With her. Because she dressed like a noble, because she had the poise and the gravitas of one… But still, was like her, an au ra. Because she was one of them… And still, whispered between the archways near the cathedral, next to a faceless rat from the Brume. Coin and rumours were exchanged, information that would become a weapon… Soon to be lodged into some rival’s throat. But not before those piercing white eyes, mirrors of her own… Pierced her, through the gloom of that night. Nissa thought she had been careful, as silent as ever. And she had. But curiosity and fascination are a dangerous couple… And she had been caught staring. Staring, and with a gold necklace strapped in her belt, shiny and precious and stolen.

She might as well own her mistake, then. She bowed, a playful display of fake courtesy… And disappeared, her own aether hiding her body while she made her escape.

Some weeks passed, but she didn’t forget. How, even after being accepted in that holy and bloody city… She still felt eyes on her back, voices murmuring prayers warding against monsters like her. How then, had she done it? How could she reign, with such tranquility… And why would she dirty her hands with that kind of person? Perplexity and concern (for her… Safety?) danced, hand by hand in her mind… To the tune of something else. Of something more, hidden in the glimmer of those moon eyes.

…

Eventually, the former won that battle. Not by virtue of her disquiet being less… But because nothing else could have surprised Nissa more, than her next patron: Baron Samdon de Davaront, and his respectable wife. Wife who stood there, across the room, clad in black silk and the aroma of mystery. Thank the Goddess, she knew her contract beforehand, because the Baron could have been speaking Hingan and the au ra wouldn’t have noticed. Not until he concluded by introducing her… To the baroness herself. Miahka.

The bow that evening was the same. But, this time… The dark-haired woman would be able to see the small, devilish smile that her recently hired hunter would wear. A smile crowned with two small fangs, that only grew when the late thief lowered herself to kiss her hand.

“It’s a true pleasure meeting you… Again.” Improper? Maybe. But she couldn’t resist the irony, the twist and turn. And the baron was already preoccupied with something else, anyways. However it was… That kiss by cold, soft lips, sealed a secret between them. A warning… Of not betraying that, in order to not be betrayed.

Yay, first rp ask-thing!

Dear God, this was long. But hey, I   enjoyed writing it, and I hope you like reading it. I tried to do Mia   justice, in all her mysterious, femme-fataleness. Thank you very much   for sending the ask! 🖤

[huntress-of-the-unknown]

Aaaaw. Look at them, being sweet and tragic. I really like your writing, I think you captured very well Nissa's manner of being affectionate.

Thank you for the lovely kiss 🖤

Hi! If you are still doing the kiss ask game... What about 19: A kiss with tears?

Ishgard was cold. But, somewhere in between... they had found warmth. A commonality. The Thief and the Baroness, hands brushed by one another as they walked through the snow fallen streets, under the light of dusk as the sun had already begun to dip behind the horizon.

They could not deny how similar the two were, coming from a past so torn with tragedy, but they had forked different paths somewhere along the way. Nissa wished to know how she had done it, and… Miahka wanted someone she could perhaps confide in. Someone who would understand, because - no matter how other people tried being an Au Ra in Ishgard had a myriad of problems that no one else could experience, not that she would ever condemn them to such a fate. Even she was not that cruel.

But Miahka was the moon; it pierced through her eyes, it was captivating - beautiful. A reflection of Nissa’s own crystal white orbs. They had sat upon a bench in the chill of the night, tails curled around their own waists. A heaviness to the air as they each spoke of their pasts, but she couldn’t help but stare. The dusk skinned Au Ra saw something in Miahka that she did not see in herself, it seemed.

Though it was never an easy thing, to bear yourself open like that. To open your heart and let another perceive your pain in an attempt to understand. But they both understood. They had lost it all, their whole tribes. Everything that they held dear, their families, their beliefs - gone.

“I’m sorry,” they both spoke. An apology, while it was meant, they both understood that it would change naught. It meant naught. They were just words you said to one another when they were sad, when they had lost something, someone.

A pain like that was not easy to keep down. Miahka could not help the first few beads of tears that dared to drip from her chin. She had not cried for her kin in so long, and not in the presence of another at all. But she couldn’t help that ache, the crippling feeling in her chest, and told her to spill her tears for just a short while. A hand, not her own, reached up to brush them away.

Silence - silence was all they needed. Silence said all the things they could not. Crystal eyes came to bear those white-ringed orbs of Nissa, as the Thief leaned forward to press her lips to a scaled cheek and taste those salty tears, in a soft an affectionate moment to ease the heart of her new companion, even if she just wished to do the same.

Not as long as yours, but I enjoyed writing it all the same!! I hope you like it and thanks for the ask @huntress-of-the-unknown! (I'm always doing kiss memes come smooch my OC's okay) I'm really enjoying the idea of their dynamic!