When Worlds Collide- Nyx x oc (Archeron)

(φφ - φ) + 1

Nyx

    I mean, in my defense, how could I resist rescuing a drowning but gorgeous maiden with angel wings one would only find in one of Aunt Nesta's smut books?

    In her defense, I think I would have had the same reaction if my brain was as fucked up as hers. She doesn't know anything about this world and she truly believes she is from a different dimension or whatever the simulation stuff was that she was talking about.

    But what makes her truly interesting is the fact that she has thousands of streams of thoughts happening at once, including her "mental playlist" (as she calls it) which is constantly playing music, sometimes the same music would play for a while before she got around to thinking of a new tune to replace it with.

    Anyways, she just jumped off a building, under the impression that she had killed off all those thought streams. She had not. For now, though, I want to see if she'll chicken out and start flying, because what a magnificent sight that would be. An angel, truly. Or, her definition of an angel. So really just an "Earth Angel." That's what she claims her home is called.

    I slowly peek over the ledge of the balcony, seeing how she's doing so far. Right now she has her arms crossed against her chest in an "x" position, eyes closed. Why was she so okay with this fate? She woke up 15 minutes ago.

    I roll my eyes and swoop down, grabbing her and carrying her bridal style against my chest into the room she just jumped off of. This time, I make sure to ward and lock the doors. No more suicide attempts for today.

    "You're so annoying." She sticks her tongue out at me in a childish manner.

    "You're the one who just tried to end their own life!" I retort.

    She rolls her eyes and I gape at her nonchalant expression. "Why do you speak like that?" She pauses and clears her throat. "Like, this: so prim and proper." She mocks my accent and way of speaking and I growl in frustration.

    So fucking hot. Is the biggest thought stream in her head right now.

    "What do you mean hot?" I give her a questioning look.

    She seems caught off guard by my question. "Oh, it's a slang term for attractive or sexy."

    "Where does it originate from?"

    "Like feeling hot for someone I guess." She shrugs lightly.

    I proceed to stare at her in confusion. "And what does that mean?"

    "Feeling aroused for someone, feeling hot for someone, wet for someone... you know?"

    I scrunch up my nose at her crudeness. "I'm crude myself, but not to that extent." I don't say anything else to elaborate.

    She raises an eyebrow.

    "You're a pain in my ass."

    "That's what she said!" She lets out a snort of laughter.

    "Oh my gods, you have to stop with the references to your make-believe world." My jaw clenches in annoyance.

    "Clenches... clenches... clenches... See! Now it doesn't sound like a word anymore. What's that called? I know they made a joke about it in Ted Lasso regarding the word 'plan' and how people pronounce it differently with different accents. Plawn and plann. Ugh, it's at the tip of my tongue. Ah! Semantic satiation! When a word becomes a sound." She looks oddly proud of herself.

    I give her a cold stare.

    "Geez, such a sourpuss."

    I take a shaky breath in and out, trying to maintain the illusion of self control. "I don't even want to know. And you're coming with me. You are going to eat some food, you look like a skeleton." I survey her body once more, she's an unhealthy weight for her height.