unbrokenreverie

[unbrokenreverie]

beautiful-mischief​:

It came as little surprise that Nyx did not seem visibly shaken by her change in circumstances — other than her brief outburst in the dungeons it seemed as if nothing fazed her — but it was at least a pleasant change to not be so swiftly berated (or seduced) by that sharp tongue. The nonchalance with which she treated her captivity was almost frustrating, as if she already seemed to know that it was not meant to last, enough that Loki wondered whether the All-Father’s scheme had even been worth the effort.

“I must admit these are particularly inelegant.” Loki observed, arching a dark brow as his eyes alighted on the tray of implements beside the books. “Though they are not the only sorts of methods he favours. There are some particularly unpleasant spells in his arsenal that I hear are quite effective at getting people to talk. Alas, intimidation is not the reason for my visit.” His lips quirked at the mention of the books, not to mention her rather to-the-point line of questioning. Even bound it seemed as if she forgot she was the prisoner. “The guards don’t know that.” He countered. There weren’t any, save for a few that patrolled nearby and a few that supervised the entrance to that wing of the palace (clearly Odin had learned his lesson), but Loki supposed a little lie or two wouldn’t hurt. “I needed a good reason to get in here, and as we both know they’ll believe anything.”

Wandering to the table he picked up the tome on the top of the pile, having an idle flick through. “See these as something of a peace offering.” Loki suggested, meeting Nyx’s piercing blue stare with a wry smirk to match her own. “I would have given them to you yesterday, under different circumstances.” He sighed, rueful for a moment. “Though you’ll be pleased to hear that you’ll be allowed to read them in your old chambers and not this horrendous excuse for hospitality.”

Nyx frowned, a small furrow in her brow as she considered Loki’s words. It was ironic to have the same doubts as he had suffered himself – doubts that his actions were altruistic. After all, she couldn’t recall having ever been treated with kindness. Even when she was alive, the world had been so cold and harsh… So why now? Why Loki? Everything he said was plausible, but for the rationale behind his actions. Why would he intervene and return her to her previous chambers? Why would he so brazenly disregard Odin’s will that she be interrogated?

She was smart, sometimes too smart for her own good, and her clever mind was picking apart the situation, unravelling it into something more realistic. “And Odin will just allow me to return to my old chambers, will he?” She narrowed her eyes at him, searching for even the slightest falter in his confidence. Though, of course, Loki was just as stubborn as she was when it came to that.

Nyx snagged her lip between her teeth, nibbling at the delicate flesh. Despite her uncertainly, the natural suspicion that served as a foundation to a brilliant mind, she had heard of spells like the ones Loki mentioned. Perhaps they were just rumours, but if anyone could have mastered the art of such interrogative magic, why not the Asgardians?

Her teeth released her lip with a soft sigh, blue eyes tired where Loki’s sought her gaze. “I don’t understand this, Loki,” she confessed. “I mean no offense, but you don’t strike me as the chivalrous sort. Thor, on the other hand, sure – I could see it. He’d fuck it up, obviously, but I could still see him attempting it for someone he cared about.” Not her, of course. “But you? I just don’t see why you’d help me. I have nothing of any value to offer.” She closed her eyes and pursed her lips, as though imagining herself back in that blindfold and gag: resigning herself to it, despite Loki’s insistence to the contrary. “You should leave,” she said, whisper soft. “You and I both know this is not worth the potential repercussions.”

[unbrokenreverie]

what I say: my inbox is always open! :)

what I mean: ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ

[unbrokenreverie]

beautiful-mischief​:

Though Nyx had hoped that he might dream of her that night, sleep did not come easy. Evasive as she had been about the information she had obtained from the prisoner, even the implications of what little the dream-eater had revealed left Loki unsure as to what to do. There was every chance she had fabricated it, that it was simply another falsehood she had spun in hopes of winning Odin’s favour, but there was still that niggling doubt in the back of his mind — what if he ignored it and the rumour was true?

The following morning Loki decided that informing his father was the very least that he could do, reluctant as he was to discuss what had transpired thus far between himself and Asgard’s latest prisoner. It seemed as if Nyx had been busy in the meantime though, for when he went to the All-Father he soon discovered that she had charmed the two guards that had escorted her that evening, the two weak-willed men allegedly driven to madness by the time the sun had risen. She had been moved from her initial chambers to somewhere more secure, and the prince was promptly assured that measures had been taken to ensure her wicked tongue did not prove such an…annoyance again. Loki could not help but feel as if the fate of the guards was his fault, but knew better than to divulge as much. When he went on to explain his findings from the dungeon that night, he sensed that it had only served to heighten his father’s belief that Nyx could be of use — should they learn how best to keep a tight reign on her. The very notion of it had her parting words echoing in his mind. I’m sure he’ll come up with some means of conquering me.

Loathe as he was to admit it, Nyx had been right.

As ever, it fell to him to do Odin’s dirty work. As evening fell he found himself stood outside Nyx’s temporary abode, running over his father’s orders in his mind. He was to curry favour with her by ‘setting her free’, to try to encourage trust between them and with any luck obtain further knowledge of what she had learned. Somehow he doubted earning her favour would be so easy after how disastrous their last encounter had been, but he had been given very little choice. Either he cultivated a…friendship of sorts between them, or the information they required would be extracted from her in far more unpleasant ways. Frustrating as Nyx had been, he knew he could not stand idly by and see her tortured for it.

Letting himself into the simple, almost barren room that she had been allocated, Loki at last saw what his father had meant when he had mentioned precautions. Nyx was cuffed, blindfolded and gagged — the measures the All-Father had suggested seemed unnecessarily cruel — the dark haired prince shifting the stack of books he has been carrying from under his arm and setting them aside on a nearby table. He approached slowly, footsteps soft upon the polished floors, deciding to loosen the blindfold first so that she might see that it was him and not some mystery assailant. Not that she’d really be all that glad to see him, he imagined.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left those idiots with you.” He mused aloud, removing the gag next. Deciding he would leave the cuffs for last, Loki stood back and folded his arms, regarding the woman before him with his head cocked. “I hope it was worth it when you ended up like this — which wasn’t my doing, I’ll have you know.”

Nyx blinked, eyes adjusting from the dark. She seemed calm, despite the situation, fixing Loki with a blank stare as he saw fit to remove the gag. Even with it removed, however, he wasn’t in a hurry to start trading sharp-tongued words with Loki. Odin’s latest move hadn’t surprised her; she had expected as much of him. Torture, she anticipated too. Her new, barren room seemed to have been designed with interrogation in mind. It was dark and tucked out of the way with just one chair in the centre of the room, facing the door. With her sight returned to her, Nyx could see the books Loki had placed. Next to them, in stark contrast, a silver tray housing various uncomfortable tools meticulously designed to extract information from the least talkative of prisoners.

The threat was apparent, yet there was Loki – it didn’t make sense why he would be there, why he’d remove her blindfold and make idle chitchat. Why did he feel the need to insist it hadn’t been his doing? It hardly mattered if it had been.

“I’ve had worse,” she said at last, subtly shifting in the chair to try and find a more comfortable position. She was certain the piece of furniture had been designed with discomfort in mind. “I’ve had better, too. The Allfather could stand to be more inventive, but I suppose he likes to keep to tried and proven methods.” A wry smile touched her lips. “What are you doing here, Loki? It’s kind of you to bring books, but I think it goes without saying that my reading privileges have been revoked since the last time we met.”

[unbrokenreverie]

[unbrokenreverie]

Headcanon:

Nyx is amazing with kids. Or, at least, she’s amazing at getting them to settle down to sleep. When they’re awake, it’s a whole other story. She has no idea what do with the small humans !! 

PLEASE someone give me a single dad / mum with a young child who immediately latches onto Nyx and poor Nyxie trying to navigate how the small hoomans work and learning how to care for one

I have so many feelings. 

Imagine the kid asking Nyxie to read them a bedtime story and the mum/dad walks in to Nyx very sincerely talking about world history or something T_T

[unbrokenreverie]

STARTER CALL / ACCEPTING ! 

.

There was something about the unassuming patisserie that drew Nyx towards its doors like a moth to a flame, though she harboured no secret sweet tooth… It was an unsettling feeling when she was so much more accustomed to being the fire than she was the moth. Nevertheless, she was ever a curious soul, and much too obstinate to admit that she was uncomfortable with the idea of being seen to lose her nerve.

Pushing a curly lock of dark hair away from her face, she approached the counter with a subtle degree of trepidation – half-expecting to find a threat lurking within. Yet all she found was a bubbly-looking blonde, tall with soft features. It wasn’t enough to put Nyx’s mind completely at ease, of course. She knew appearances could prove deceptive. After all, she herself looked far more delicate than she truly was.

Allowing her gaze to wander, scarlet lips curled into an amused smile at an exhausted-looking young mother who stood just ahead of her in the queue, trying (and failing) to hush the infant in the pushchair at her side. “Please, allow me,” Nyx said, crouching beside the pram to regard the tiny human more closely. The mother might have objected under ordinary circumstances, but few were able to deny Nyx when she made an outright request. It was all the young mother could do not to fall entirely under her spell; already, her eyes had gained the tell-tale soft sheen, gazing at Nyx with the same reverence as had she decorated the sky itself with stars.

“There we go,” Nyx murmured, having recovered the small bear from where it had fallen from the infant’s tiny grasp. “That’s better now, isn’t it?”

And subtly, with child fast asleep and mother gazing lovingly, Nyx stepped past her, jumping ahead in the queue. For every seemingly selfless act, it seemed she always had a purpose, however small it might be. “Silly question, perhaps, but… is everything you serve here so sweet?”

@aubainmary  ♡

[unbrokenreverie]

“  that should probably shock me, but honestly it doesn’t.  ”

MEME / ACCEPTING !!

“It would shock most,” Nyx permitted. “But that doesn’t mean it should.”  A wry smile unfurled across glossy lips, meticulously painted blood red. “The world is an ugly place; the people in it can be ugly too...” Even those, like Nyx, who wore such beautiful faces. Perhaps they were the most dangerous of all. 

“This won’t kill him F A S T, will it? I want it to be slow.”

@witchesandstitches  ♡

[unbrokenreverie]

beautiful-mischief​:

The heat and longing that seemed to have suffused his senses ebbed just as quickly as it had first appeared as Nyx ended her onslaught and shoved him away with surprising force for her size, the dark-haired prince just managing to catch himself when it came so unexpectedly. It was like being doused in ice-cold water as the fog of lust clouding his brain swiftly dissolved, though Loki found that he was not entirely sure as to why she had suddenly had a change of heart, admittedly somewhat bewildered. Though it was a relief to no longer have to cling to the last few measly shreds of his composure, it certainly hadn’t been what he expected from the dream eater.

Perhaps he’d struck a nerve?

It certainly seemed as if he had as Nyx began to rant, the Asgardian admittedly still reeling as he tried to understand just what he had said to irritate her so. As bemusing as it had been to start, the crude manner in which she began to address him quickly wore thin. “I think you’re forgetting who is the prisoner here.” He retorted. “You don’t get to order me about.” Though he would indeed report her findings to Odin the next morning, he at least didn’t have to walk Nyx back to her chambers and deal with her for any longer than necessary — in all truth it was a relief after having been so close to succumbing to her charms.

Turning away and approaching the heavy, carved doors that led out of the dungeons, keen to escape and leave Nyx in the hands of the two guards waiting outside, Loki paused as he reached for the handle and glanced back at the dark-haired woman. There was a slight curl to the corners of his lips as he thought on her crude words for a moment, amused that she believed his mind would conjure up images of her once he fell asleep that night. “In your dreams.” He scoffed in retort, not waiting for a reaction before he opened the door, spoke briefly with the guards and then strode away.

Just like that, the tentative understanding that had built up between them seemed to shatter into rancour. It was a testament to how fragile it had been, a questioning curiosity probing beneath the skin like the delicate first sprouts of flowers in the springtime... It was so easy for them to crush something like that underfoot, stomping the blossoming flowers back down into the soil. Nyx lifted her chin, steeling her resolve until the last. Loki’s derisive words struck more than chords; they created a harmony. Yet the Baku drew it close to her as a masochist welcomed the hurt, exhaling only once Loki was out of sight. His words turned to steel around her – an armour of sorts. What did Loki know of her? She couldn’t dream, even if she wanted to.

Only once she was certain they would not run into the prince again did she permit herself to be escorted back to her chambers. The walk itself was mostly uneventful, no sounds but for the clinking of armour and the soft footfalls of her slipper-clad feet. The quiet was nice. Nyx could savour the coolness of the air, admire the beautiful architecture of the palace; it would have to serve as entertainment since Loki had neglected to bring her reading material.

As she passed the threshold into her room – vast, empty – she turned her gaze towards the two guards hesitating outside still. There was a part of them that knew better, of course. However, their will was so much weaker than Loki’s. Nyx smiled, inviting them closer with her eyes, and neither one of them stood a chance. The door was closed, the two guards willingly, wantonly, ensnaring themselves in Nyx’s web.

They hadn’t been her first choice, but they would have to do.

The next day, Nyx looked on in amusement as the two guards were dragged from her bed. It was a kind of madness that had overcome them; they would have fought their own kin if she asked them to do so, and she had a front row seat to watch them try.

Her amusement faded quickly when she found herself blindfolded, hands cuffed at her back and a gag in her mouth. She was dragged unceremoniously from the lavish room that had served as her initial prison, fighting all the way. If this was Odin’s order – as it seemed to be – the king had taken precautions in transferring her, ensuring she could not talk her way out of it, as she so loved to do.

Even when she was placed in her new room, her senses were kept dulled by the blindfold, gag and strange, magic-imbued cuffs that encircled her wrists. All she could do was wait for Odin to play his hand. Or was this Loki’s doing? Did he seek to remind her of her place?

[unbrokenreverie]

Nikola Selezinko

[unbrokenreverie]

*copes with abandonment issues by leaving first*

[unbrokenreverie]

more misc memes

“  change isn’t easy.  ” “  i just wanted to say i’m sorry.  ” “  i guess being angry was/is just easier than being sad.  ”  “  what did you want to tell me?  ” “  it was supposed to be simple.  ” “  you’ve got blood on your shirt.  ” “  you can stay with me.  ” “  what did you want to show me?  ” “  i miss ____ more than i thought i would.  ” “  i don’t like to talk about it, but i wanted you to know.  ” “  shut up. please.  ” “  fuck off.  ” “  hush, i’m trying to kiss you.  ” “  you’re lucky you’re cute.  ” “  i fucked up.  ” “  i just want to take it all back.  ” “  i can’t sleep.  ”  /  “  can’t sleep?  ” “  we should get a pet.  ” “  if you have something to say, spit it out.  ” “  i’m allowed to be angry.  ” “  she/he aint even that cute.  ” “  just hold me.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ”   “  i just need time.  ” “  i already made my decision, you’re not going to change that.  ”   “  nothing you can say will surprise me.  ” “  everyone leaves, eventually. either they move on or they die. they leave and i’m left behind.  ” “  death is a part of life. i accepted that a long time ago.  ” “  i don’t fear death. i fear anonymity.  ” “  listen to me, please.  ” “  i’m not even sure what to say to that.  ” “  that should probably shock me, but honestly it doesn’t.  ” “  am i supposed to care?  ” “  i do care.  ”   “  you make me happy.  ” “  you look beautiful like this.  ”   “  if this is your idea of fun, i don’t know what to say to you.  ” “  it terrifies me.  ”   “  just let me show you how i feel.  ”

[unbrokenreverie]

Starter Call!

Hit the heart for a start(er)  ♡ Mutuals & non-mutuals welcome ~ 

[unbrokenreverie]

the reason i like staying up late so much is because between the hours of 1am-5am, the world is quiet and no one expects anything from me. i could stare at my wall for 4 hours and there would be no consequences. it’s so silent and calm. i love it

[unbrokenreverie]

I just love *clenches fist* talking about character analysis and why characters act the way they do. It’s supremely satisfying to figure out motivations of characters and see how that ties into their core nature and how they perceive the world around them.

[unbrokenreverie]

post break-up au

i literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please? 

we promised to stay friends but we’re doing the same stuff we did when we were a couple and i don’t wanna point it out because i don’t want it to stop

listen i know i can’t just show up at your apartment at six in the morning but i need coffee and no one makes it like you do 

we broke up after i left and moved away and months later i find out you rushed to the airport to stop me but you were too late 

you keep calling me over to get rid of spiders from your apartment and i’m pretending i don’t know you’re not afraid of them at all because i miss you too

we keep showing up at all the same places separately because we’ve always had similar interests 

cop!au i’ve been undercover for months/years and i know i told you not to wait for me but i’m still in love with you and it’s killing me

or, i fell in love with you while i was undercover and i know you’re mad at me for lying but i have to go back to my old life (and i want you to be in it)

i know we’ve been broken up for a while but i still have those concert tickets and you’re the only person i want to share this with

i found the ring when i was moving my stuff out of your apartment and now everything makes sense

are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?

i’ve seen you hanging around my apartment and i thought it was because you missed me, turns out you’ve been using my wifi you asshole

i know you can’t cook for shit so i’ve been bringing you dinner every night, just, y’know, to keep you alive

i kissed you goodbye by accident - old habits die hard okay?!?!

roadtrip au where we need to save gas money so we take a long, awkward, tension-filled car ride 

instead of dividing up the CD’s, let’s play a drinking game to determine who gets what (it may or may not end in sex)

i was so sleep-deprived after the night shift that i climbed into bed with you (and you just rolled with it) 

you’re my emergency contact and i’ve been in an accident so you drop everything to come to the hospital 

soon to be divorced couple obnoxiously painting the walls wacky colours every time the other paints over it 

you’re pretending we’re still together because my relatives will disprove of the break up so you’re being all sweet it’s reminding me of why i fell in love with you in the first place

we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt 

[unbrokenreverie]

BIOGRAPHY ✨ BAKU ✨ RULES 

She can kill with a smile; she can wound with her eyes.  And she can ruin your faith with her casual lies...

NYX WINTERS.

[unbrokenreverie]

beautiful-mischief​:

For a moment Loki wondered if Nyx had even heard his words at all, but as she smirked and that sultry purr returned he wondered if they had struck a nerve, if this was some sort of tactic to steer their talk elsewhere — either that, or she truly didn’t care.

It was easier to notice the onset of her magic this time, the way that every word laced with suggestion seemed to seep into his brain, that beckoning warmth and familiarity curling itself around his thoughts. Though he wanted to fight it he knew that doing so was not quite so easy, particularly when she was pressed up against him now, one of those long legs sliding between his own in a way that would no doubt become incredibly difficult to ignore. He tried, closing his eyes and running through their discussion in his mind, forcing himself to think of war and intrigue and piercing screams in the night, to remind himself that this wasn’t what he wanted, but even then the darkness behind his eyelids seemed to heighten his awareness of her every touch and the warmth of her body against his as those clever fingers coiled around his bicep.

With her voice in his ear and her breath on his cheek it was already hard enough to maintain his focus, but the moment that Nyx began to lavish soft kisses across his jaw he felt all semblance of composure and control slip through his fingers like sand. Though he tried to stifle it Loki was sure she would hear the hitch in his breath that her actions elicited, the dark-haired prince tilting his head to grant her better access almost without realising that he was doing so, his own hands settling snug upon her waist as if he wanted nothing more than to keep her close. In that moment he could not say he knew what he wanted…his body was telling him one thing, heat and longing simmering beneath his skin so hot that he feared it would burn him, but there was still the faintest sliver of his mind that tried to cling on to the fact that it was nothing more than a fantasy. What he had wanted was for her to be honest, but it seemed such a notion was just as improbable.

“I know what you’re doing.” He murmured as he met that piercing blue gaze, just barely clinging to that one lingering strand of willpower that he still seemed to possess. It would be so easy to close the distance between them and feel those lips on his, his mind supplied. Why was he trying to ruin things with words? “Only…this isn’t what I want, or what you want.” Saying it aloud made reminding himself of his purpose easier, a grain of something like truth amid his confusion. “Is it freedom, Nyx? Or am I just next on the menu?”

For a time, it seemed Nyx had not heard his protests at all.

She was lust incarnate, a frenzied creature demanding to consume its fill of him. She followed the sharp line of his jaw with lips and tongue and smiled into flesh warmed by desire when his body instinctively invited more of her touch. “Are you sure about that?” she whispered, playfully grazing teeth against his neck and soothing any sting with kisses thereafter. He said he didn’t want it – didn’t want her. He said that she didn’t want him any more so. But their bodies sang a different song. His body surrendered to hers, even if his mind held onto innate obstinacy. It was frustrating, but it was what intrigued her about him. If he had succumbed so easily, he would have been just like everyone else… Boring…

She distanced herself, slowly at first, a flicker of uncertainty as she watched the war in those lust-clouded green eyes of his. He was holding onto that last shred of decency, fighting against her with everything he had left in his control to do so—

Hands wrapped around her throat; calloused fingers squeezing hard. She was fighting, every muscle in her body screaming, her fingers clawing at exposed flesh and tears spilling from her eyes like fire. She knew what the darkness that crept into her vision meant. She didn’t want to die! She was so afraid, so desperate… She would have done anything to just make him stop…

It was over as quickly as it came upon her, the memory of a time long ago. “Fine,” she said, pushing him away and letting him stumble back to his senses, if he was so sure of them. Her blue eyes were hot in a much different way to before, full of wrath – misdirected, though it was. “I can’t create something out of nothing, Loki. You’re just too craven to see that.” She wrapped her gown more securely around her. “But you’ll dream about me tonight,” she insisted. “You’ll see my lips wrapped around your cock while you fuck your own damn hand. You’ll tell yourself it’s my influence, oh I’m sure, but is it?”

She ended her rant with a scoff, chest still heaving as she fought to compose herself. It wasn’t so much Loki as what he had reminded her of, however fleetingly. “Please will you ask your guard friends to escort me back to my room now? You may talk to your father on my behalf tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll come up with some means of conquering me.”