Continued from [here] with @fallesto
Yes, it was lonely and cold. But who was here with her? Who was teasing her about her solitude? No-one? A girl? A woman? She’s beautiful (almost as beautiful as Nunnally), but there’s something about her that Nunnally doesn’t like. Is scared of? No, that’s not really it. It’s odd.
( “Am I sleeping?” ) – Nunnally asks herself – ( “Is that a dream?” )
But it seems so real even if that’s a dream. But it needs to be a dream. How otherwise would that creature know what’s deep inside Nunnally’s heart? She had only told that Regulus (and still not all of that), so how does s h e know? What is she saying? Is she offering to help her? To grant Nunnally’s wish? To make Regulus see her and only her? To truly love her and only her? It feels dangerous. Like a false promise to be accepted; a gentle lure of promising her what she wants... But what would be granted as a wish would be so different. But it is so appealing at the same time. So tempting!
And is that really what Nunnally wants most in the world? Or is it rather independence? Freedom? But isn't it all connected? She wants Regulus. To sit with him on the throne. The only woman in his life. She could take…no! They could take whatever they wanted together. But Nunnally is cautious. She knows dreams don’t come true. She knows nothing in life is free. She doesn't believe in fairy-tales, fairy god-mothers, heroes, and chivalrous kings. She knows better than that. Life has taught her better. And so has Regulus.
And yes, there comes the payment. What is that the witch wants? How does Nunnally know it’s the witch!? What can she offer her? Her heart, her soul, her body? Her love? She has offered that to Regulus already (not that he knows and not that he even wants to accept her all). She has nothing to give her. And yet does she want to ask? Ask for what she wants?
“Regulus….!” – she wakes up with his name of her lips.
She looks around. Nunnally doesn’t see anyone anymore, but she knows it was n o t a dream. She knows she touched something dangerous. Something that is her? A different her? Her from the past or her from the future? Or yet another power?
Nunnally stands up, grabs the silk gown, and runs outside her chambers. The corridor is cold and empty. Nunnally’s shaking. Her bare feet make almost no sound on the expensive flooring as she runs.
“Regulus…!” – her voice rings in the air. There he is! She runs to him uncertain what she is going to tell him. It was better to stay; to calm down first.
She almost trips on her too long nightdress. She’s finally by his side breathing heavily, but glad she has found him. But still what is she going to tell him?
“My husband…” – she whispers – “I had a bad dream…” – it was not a dream and it was not bad; but she cannot share it with him. Not yet anyway – “I missed you…”
“…in bed…” – she smiles – “Will you walk me back?”
She’s a shivering mess. It’s easy to say something happened. Something more she’s ready to confess.
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@lured-into-wonderland
#"ah nunnally! i was hoping you'd show today, i've finally had a breakthrough." lark's eager as he bounds over to her, keeping his voice quiet because they are still in the library. his eyes are shifting back and forth, colour flickering through hues at an alarming rate. "come on, come see."
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Nunnally-proximity sadness meter
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