< of a poisonous snake coiling around the throat of its prey—
The question she strove to push away, never allowing it to fully form lest it consumed her.
...𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦? 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦?
Perhaps... she simply needed some time to readjust to the court's pace, frenzied as it was.
That was Nuala's only hope.
If only Queen Titania would grant her a moment to 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦.
Yet with each passing day, Nuala began to feel more and more like her >
< her spirits further.
Then the inevitable question that had been creeping through the back of her mind, always there, burrowing deeper, lurking in the shadows, biding its time, waiting to strike when she was at her most vulnerable, with the deadliness and precision >
Another night of revelry began.
On the first night, Cluracan had managed, more or less, to entertain her with his typical shenanigans.
On the second night, Nuala had managed to keep herself distracted.
But on the third night, the unpleasant sense of suffocation returned.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 ℑ𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰 feat. @Iordshaper
On the morning of her departure to Faerie, the Dreaming seemed particularly gloomy, and the weather chillier than usual. Perhaps it was just her impression. Perhaps her melancholy >