nerviiine:

    The waters at her very feet began to ripple and swirl, there was a silence that passed between the two demons. Bright eyes full of envy began to glow with a flicker, much like fire flies, and her coral palms curled into a tight fist of sorts. His words were familiar yet all too foreign, bits of her memory returned and the more that came charging back the more her face began to glow with embarrassment. 

                   Just who was this man? 
                      And why did she look upon him with.. fluster? 

           “I’m—a princess. Yes, that must be right, I’m a Princess and.. 
            my name is Nevy Nervine. But I think that’s… all I have right now.”

    Feeling her face and nose, Nevy couldn’t straighten out her emotions just yet. What was this? Hatred? Envy? Surprise? Happiness? Regret? So many and none were too clear, but they all centered around this individual, whose poetic words struck chords in the back of her thoughts. A whirlpool of darkness that allowed no light to escape. 

          “But… you’re a King? So maybe… maybe you know me? If you’re a king?
           And you lost someone dear to you, this I remember too, someone you.. cared for.”

                [  …FIRE. it was all he could wish
                   for to EXTINGUISH the feelings
                  of shame that came from her words.
                  he was a KING and now…he had
                  NOTHING. nevy was an UNFORTUNATE
                  reminder. but her EYES…told more of a
                  story than he sought. than he HOPED.
                  she…RESONATED with his words?
                  …hope FLICKERED like a match in his eyes. ] 

    …you.
   …NEVY…nervine?

                  [ he said her name like a WHISP of cold
                  STRANGLING a survivor’s breath. It was
                  said with respect but SOUGHT forgiveness.
                  He SINNED, and asked repentance for a
                  crime NEVY could not remember. he didn’t
                  WANT to hope. it had been YEARS. hope
                  had no HOUSE in his heart. his three eyes
                  looked at her with disappointment. not of
                  her but of HIMSELF. he didn’t want to STARE, but… ] 

    …i lost so MANY people close to me.
                  a feeling that BORES through a soul
                  and ends with watching them PERISH
                  at your failure. do you remember KNOW
                  what that feels, NEVY nervine? to see
                  your…loved WARRIORS lose themselves
                  to the unforgiving grasp of DEATH.