nowhere to go but going outta my mind Who: Emilia and Nysa Where: Nysa’s home When: Veeeeery early morning
Going to see her sister had been a good idea, Emilia was more certain of that now than she had been when she had first gotten out of the car, but there was simply no way that she could have stayed there all night. She had thought she might be able to, but then she had actually tried… and partway through the conversation she had found herself texting Nysa. Not to be rude to her sister, never that, but because it felt like she had to. Originally it had been to cancel their lunch plans and then it had somehow ended up with her here at the door, turning the key she had had for years and slipping inside without bothering to turn on the light. She knew her way. The question was whether or not she was going to make her way to Nysa’s bedroom or just the couch. If she went to the couch then there were fewer chances that the blonde would be up before her and she could tug on the turtleneck that was in her bag so that the bruises would not be visible… Just because she had told Nysa they were there did not mean she needed to see them, and they would be that much worse in the morning.
Emilia hovered, undecided, and ducked into the bathroom. She would just put the turtleneck on now and sleep in that, that would work, right? If Nysa could not see the marks then maybe she would write the whole thing off as Emilia being a little overdramatic like so many people thought she was. Yet, even with the protective cloth wrapped around her aching neck, Emilia hovered outside Nysa’s door like she was waiting for an invitation. Which was ridiculous, she was certain Nysa was asleep or else she would have come down by now… yes, a quick listen revealed that soft fuzz that was the blonde’s mind when she was unconscious.
A quiet meow caught her attention and Emilia smiled down at the fat cat that had nudged her way out of the room to stare up at her, demanding attention. “Hello, Dinah,” she murmured, scooping the purring creature up so that she could scratch at her fuzzy belly. And just like that it was easy to step into Nysa’s room and make her way to the side of the bed. Dinah hopped out of her arms to curl at the foot while Emilia stood, a sad smile on her face. How many times had she stood in this very spot while Nysa was asleep, dreaming of who knew what, and aching to wake her by brushing her lips against hers as she would have once done… It was a punishment of sorts to stand there like that, feeling the tug that refused to subside, just dealing with it until Nysa murmured or moved or her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at her. Most of the time Emilia could handle these little moments easily, she had been doing so for years, but it was times like this after Doran had done something that drove her to run away… Nysa would never, a quiet voice inside her head whispered. Emilia touched her throat, the feeling of phantom fingers squeezing there bringing up a fear that caused the night table to shake. I’m insane. A matter-of-fact thought she would never argue against as she sat on the bed and reached out, first tucking back a stray strand of blonde hair before she trailed her finger along her cheek and neck, stopping to shake her shoulder gently. “Nysa,” she spoke quietly but loud enough to wake the other woman. “Wake up, Nysa…”