Weeks of solitude could make a woman go crazy, lucky for Nishaa she already was a bundle of crazy. She composed herself quite well for an ex asylum patient. She had been sent to the padded walls at an early age. Was fed pills, and needles – all in the name of science to help cure her. It didn’t help really. Just fuelled her beliefs in the devil more. She had killed her brother Danny, at such an early age. Stabbed him right in the gut and watched him bleed out like it was absolutely nothing, but a normal day – she even went as far as licking the blade clean of blood.
It had been almost two months since she had won Rion at the auctions, and she had yet to do something with the woman. She didn’t really had anything she wanted to. The fact that she was now single still seemed to shake her to the core. She could always make the woman want to do things, tease her a little. She smirked lightly, at the thought – but then came up with a better idea. Something she used to hold as a child, for her and Danny before you know – she stabbed him dead, and all that.
Pulling out her phone she began to type out a text to the woman, finally contacting the woman about her time – she owned Rion, so to speak and she would not call on her ownership, even if it was so close to Christmas. A smile caressed the Necromancer’s lips as she padded around her small apartment in west towers with a towel in her hair, holding her damp hair in place. This apartment was for her and Paige – she had bought it for them, and now – it was hers alone. A big, spacious apartment – a getaway when she wasn’t safe within the Eyrie.
Within the mostly bare apartment – she had sold most of the things that had reminded her of Paige and was slowly filling it with cabinets – different things to hold her blades, and traps – the mass amount of traps she would make. It was unreal, even a small crafting table in the corner – the far right of the room. There sat a table, three wooden chairs surrounded it. On it, happened to be an empty teapot. Three cups. Nishaa, was going to have a tea party. This wasn’t going to be any tea party – it was going to be a fun one.
The text was sent, and she waited.
It had been almost two months since she had won Rion at the auctions, and she had yet to do something with the woman. She didn’t really had anything she wanted to. The fact that she was now single still seemed to shake her to the core. She could always make the woman want to do things, tease her a little. She smirked lightly, at the thought – but then came up with a better idea. Something she used to hold as a child, for her and Danny before you know – she stabbed him dead, and all that.
Pulling out her phone she began to type out a text to the woman, finally contacting the woman about her time – she owned Rion, so to speak and she would not call on her ownership, even if it was so close to Christmas. A smile caressed the Necromancer’s lips as she padded around her small apartment in west towers with a towel in her hair, holding her damp hair in place. This apartment was for her and Paige – she had bought it for them, and now – it was hers alone. A big, spacious apartment – a getaway when she wasn’t safe within the Eyrie.
Within the mostly bare apartment – she had sold most of the things that had reminded her of Paige and was slowly filling it with cabinets – different things to hold her blades, and traps – the mass amount of traps she would make. It was unreal, even a small crafting table in the corner – the far right of the room. There sat a table, three wooden chairs surrounded it. On it, happened to be an empty teapot. Three cups. Nishaa, was going to have a tea party. This wasn’t going to be any tea party – it was going to be a fun one.
- This is Nishaa. Care to join me in WT 609. Key is under the mat.
The text was sent, and she waited.
