Who: Amren and Nesta What: Amren checks out the sword Nesta made Where: Nesta’s apartment When: Sept. 27th afternoon Warnings: TBD Status: closed/g-doc
With the return to normal Madison Valley, Nesta knew she needed to show Amren the sword she’d made, especially when Leo explained she’d imbued it with power. To her, all she saw was a blade crafted by her own hands. For that short period of time, she’d felt…at peace.
Today, though, both she and Amren didn’t need to be at work, so it seemed like a good time to show her blade to Amren. Plus, Nesta knew nobody quite understood her powers, including Nesta.
After a cup of coffee, trying to not get started on alcohol right away, Nesta waited.
Amren was curious about what Nesta had done. She had made weapons, of course, and knew they could be interesting things. She hadn’t even known that Nesta knew how to make, so it had come as a surprise. A badly timed surprise since they were in that awful clown place first.
She knew enough about Nesta to know that her powers had quirks and limits she didn’t understand - nor, she knew, did Nesta - and that made her wary of anything the woman created. When you weren’t sure of what you could do or what your limits were, it was hard to predict how things would always react.
Amren slipped into the apartment, closing the door behind her, and heading right to the kitchen. She made herself a mug of coffee, “So, what possessed you to forge a weapon in the first place?” Nesta was her friend, but first and foremost, Amren was concerned with the safety of her, herself, Rhys and then, she supposed, the people of this town they were trapped in. She wanted all the context.
Nesta didn’t know how to make a weapon before she met Leo. But he’d done such a fantastic job explaining everything that Nesta felt confident when he asked if she wanted to try making one. She hadn’t meant to surprise Amren about it.
Given nobody quite understood Nesta’s powers, she certainly understood Amren’s desire to look at and examine it.
When Nesta’s friend entered the apartment, Nesta quickly relocked all four locks. At the question, Nesta tried to find the words. “Fight club. When I fight, when I focus on something, I don’t feel the darkness. I want to train more.” She brought the coffee to her mouth.
“I just wanted to see how they were made. After that, Leo offered. I figured why not try?” Nesta went and retrieved the weapon, returned, and handed the blade to Amren, blade facing downwards.
“Mm.” she said thoughtfully, she could understand that. After all, Amren knew a thing or two about focusing one’s power into fighting and how it could clear the mind and she supposed it made sense that it would help Nesta too. “Okay, then, we’ll train more.” she said as she reached for the weapon.
The moment her fingers touched it, her brow furrowed sharply. Amren was old. She had held, seen, forge, repaired and destroyed quite a few weapons in her time. She rarely made them because no one needed her powers in a weapon. She was weapon enough, after all. A roll of her shoulder as she stared down at the thing in her hands.
Then a heavy sigh. She nodded, happy with the idea of training more. Or, as happy as Nesta could be these days. The High Fey heard of therapy, but she didn’t feel ready to tackle that beast quite yet.
Nesta watched as Amren held the blade and examined it. She worried what exactly the blade could do and the furrowed brow concerned her. As did the roll of her friend’s shoulders.
“Amren?” Nesta asked, quietly.
"I think you should choose a different hobby. I'm going to run out of space rather quickly if you do not." She finally looked up at her, letting out a breath and loosening the tension in her shoulders.
"Nicely forged, mostly balanced, death infused. Like. I'm pretty sure this could almost straight up kill me." She was more than almost sure and that made her twitchy internally. "and I was an angel of death before I was as I am now."
She shook her head, "I'm locking this away behind a plethora of wards so no one accidentally gets a hand on it. I will give it back when - and only when - I think we are in that much danger I'll risk it."
Nesta wasn’t often cowed by anyone, but if Amren told her to not do something, it wasn’t for fun. When Armen spoke again, Nesta felt more weight on her shoulders. Something she’d enjoyed doing she couldn’t again.
“...I infused a blade with death?” Nesta knew the Bone Carver referred to her as sister, but it never occurred to her that she possessed the ability to infuse items with death. And that worried her in a way she hadn’t expected.
“Yes, perhaps it’s best if you hold onto it.” Amren’s power could ward a weapon. No way did Nesta want anyone else getting their hands on the blade.
"We can find a way for you to do it again, but it'll take time. I can't have you infusing weapons with death all willy nilly. But it's going to be a long hard road." She wasn't even sure where to begin but there had to be a way. She didn't like the hunched shoulders her friend got.
"You did and I don't know how but you did." She shook her head a bit. "You never cease to amaze. That is both a compliment and frustration. Don't worry I'll take good care of this."
Nesta did snort at the willy nilly comment. Everything in their world seemed to involve a long and hard road. Why would things differ here? Again it became clear to Nesta that she had no idea just what powers she received when she clawed and swallowed the Cauldron’s powers.
“I think we both have time. But, in the meantime, no more making weapons,” Nesta responded quietly. She shrugged. “I will take it as both.” After all, didn’t that define Nesta in general? Mostly frustration, but occasionally she managed to amaze those around her.