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🪐 — nymeria sand / tags.
🪐 — james barnes ;
❛ I don’t give a shit, @musecraft. i have a gun. ❜
❝ yeah, but did you ever consider the fact that they probably have guns, too ? ❞
🪐 — james barnes ;
there’s sense in this, a truth he understands about fighting, about the weight of a gun in his hand. his lungs feel easier now, though he knows the heaviness that will set in later; the road to redemption was always paved in blood. ❛ that’s always the way this goes, or have you forgotten that part? ❜
SHE HASN’T FORGOTTEN, but the rush of adrenaline never really went away, no matter how long she’d been in their line of work. ❝ just making sure you’re not getting too cocky, ❞ nymeria quips back, her voice soft. her own weapon is ready & loaded at her side, comforting in its familiarity. it’s time — their window of opportunity is closing, the target set to be passing by their post only briefly. ❝ you ready ? ❞
🪐 — MYRCELLA BARATHEON for nymeria !
chest tightens with a gasp ────── sharp enough to pierce pass the ocean's roaring winds as she reaches for nymeria's dress. grasping at silk she tugs her back, the sunkissed princess far stronger than one would expect ― resulting in the collision. the girls fall backwards, myrcella the willing sacrifice for nymeria's comfort, collapsing onto the deck with an oof!
❝ ────── ouch... ❞ she groans, wiggling beneath the weight of the sand snake as she attempts to make sense of their current situation: a tangled mess of lilac, rose, and limb. ❝ nym! are you hurt? oh, i am so sorry! i did not mean ― ❞ suddenly, she frowns a soft pout pursing at her lips. ❝ you shouldn't stand so close to the edge, nymeria! ❞ the princess scolds gently, ❝ it's dangerous! ❞
HER SEA-LEGS ARE STRONG & STEADY thanks to years of practice, the muscle beneath her skin shifting instinctually to keep nymeria well balanced at the edge of the ship’s railing. & her gaze is focused far outward to the fading sunlight, enjoying the way it casts flecks of gold across the crests of the waves before it sinks beneath the horizon. so she doesn’t see myrcella approaching her until there is a tug on the back of her gown. & it takes her enough by surprise that she goes toppling backward before she can catch herself. the air is forced out of her lungs as she hits the deck on top of the other. & nymeria finds herself glad that her many hidden blades are all well-sheathed when she recognizes the indignant voice of her good-sister. if not, this could have been a rather bloody ordeal. but as it is, they are unlikely to be left with anything other than a few bruises. ❝ you sound just like a septa. need i point out that i was perfectly fine before you decided to pull me down on top of you ? ❞ nymeria grumbles as she pulls herself back to her feet, sweeping her silks & tossing her thick braid back into place over her shoulder. ❝ what’s life without a little risk, anyway ? ❞ but then she extends a hand to help myrcella back to her feet, in spite of her rather unapologetic tone. ❝ what about you, are you alright ? i’m sure to face trystane’s wrath if i deliver his bride to him in an injured state. ❞