Pure. Death. (ladydeathnesta) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2022-10-14 13:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, oliver queen (chilliwithollie), ~2022 october, ~~nesta archeron (ladydeathnesta) |
Who: Nesta and Oliver
What: training
Where: the woods
When: backdated to Thursday.
Warnings: TBD, but possible violence. Will update
Nesta made her way to meet up with Oliver. The more time she spent with him the more he reminded her of Azriel. Her relationship with Azriel was the least complicated of the three males. He didn't expect anything from Nesta, like Cassian, nor did he judge her for the worst choices she made, like with Rhysand.
Today she wore clothes that she could easily move in, but weren't too loose. Allowing Oliver a chance to take her down because she wore a baggy sweatshirt did not interest the High Fey in the slightest. Her hair, of course, remained in it's usual braided crown.
She brought with her a blade, a water bottle, and definitely not the blade she'd forged herself. Knowing she'd infused it with death itself meant it could probably kill anyone and Nesta had no desire to accidentally kill anyone.
When she made it to the woods, Nesta looked around to see if she arrived first.