When Worlds Collide- Nyx x oc (Archeron)

cis(2π) + 4

Nyx

    Something was definitely wrong with her, I haven't seen her this distraught, at all, including when she fell from the sky and saw a completely different person in the mirror. When I try to get into her head, she somehow blocks me out. I brush against her mental walls, finding only a reflection of myself staring back into it.

    I knock against my fathers. He answers. Yes?

    Something was wrong with her, and I could no longer access her mind like before. Can you?

    It takes a moment before the reply comes back. No. I didn't continue the conversation after that. Instead, I turn my attention to where Madelaine is having a very in-depth conversation with my Uncle Az about his shadows.

    She touches them warily and I stride over to them, ignoring all the eyebrows raised by my family while looking towards the two.

    "So, they talk to you?" She inquires.

    He smiles softly. "Yes. They observe and listen."

     "Ah, so like my cornea and eardrums."

    "Uhm, I guess you could put it like that." Az shifts in his seat, uncomfortably. 

    She smirks at him. "Azriel, when you see a woman that you genuinely like your first thought that she is hot and you want to have sex with her?"

    "Not necessarily. I haven't found a woman I genuinely like."

    She frowns, obviously disappointed her little life lesson won't work on him. I hear her thoughts again. What. Is there something she's hiding from us; something she won't let people see? Is she conscious that she is putting her shield up and down?

    My father rubs his temples, obviously getting the same headache from the swarm of her thoughts in the air. It's like she let them loose around us, though I know only me, father, and mother can see them.

    They are some quite horrendous thoughts.

    Ooo, I wonder what type of bondage you could get with those little fuckers.

    Can I feel them too? Like clit and nipple stimulation with those babies.

    Huncle Az over here, I heard has the biggest wingspan. Nyx only said he got it after his youth. And he's still in it. Poor prepubescent man child. Still waiting for his balls to drop, I'll bet ten bucks on it.

    I let out a snarl on that one. My parents are looking at the words in the air as though they are mental.

    "Are you seeing what I'm seeing right now?" I ask my parents aloud.

    They both glance warily at me. "All we see is random letters, it's like they're in code." My mother says.

    I let the bit of surprise show on my face to let them know I am not seeing that whatsoever. "They're thoughts. Full, genuine, some incomplete and some not complete, like they're moving at the speed of light, like her brain."

    That's when I start to notice them, the other thoughts too, the ones that are less opaque, less out there.

    They are dark, barely readable, but I catch a glance at some of them.

    Why did this have to happen to me? Anyone else please.

    I need to go home.

    Is this my home now? Was my other home fake, all those people just mere simulations?

    Is this the true, cruel reality? I know it's silly but no more waiting for 16:00 EST time for Moriah Elizabeth to post? No more donating to MrBeast's charities in Africa even though I'm a broke college student? No more feminist Pinterest Board? No more music? No more TikTok therapists? No more college, no more career? No more life? No more people that I've met? No more anything.

    I knew it was all for nothing anyways. I should have ended it when I had the chance.

    I jump back, slightly startled by this form of thinking.

    Madelaine just continues one with her conversation, not caring that Az looks like he's not really listening, given that my father most likely filled him in on the new details of the situation.

    "I swear to the goddesses. What the fuck are you lot talking about that is so important at this exact moment?" She throws her hands up in defeat. "I'm so sick of these hetero hoes right now."

    "Hetero?" Nesta asks, brow raised.

    "Yes, like... the Latin root word for different or something like that. Hetero, means liking the opposite sex, whereas homo means same, so liking the same sex." She rolls her eyes. "Do you all have any gays around here? Or just really powerful women who can bring a male to his knees with a single look, because it seems to me that you all have one of them, and it also seems to me that you all are her bitches. No offense, majesty." She gives a mocking bow to my father.

    Humor shines in his eyes briefly before he shuts it out. And nods slowly. "Yes, I do suppose we have a female head in charge who can kill a man with a glance. We have Nesta over here, who drained the power out of the most holy object in our realm because she was a tad angry at it." He gestures to my aunt and I can almost see the death in her eyes like Uncle Cass has described so many times. "But," my father seems to hesitate, "we also have Amren, who is... I don't know how to describe it."

    Madelaine inhales and exhales smoothly and smiles devilishly at him. "I think she's the one I wanna meet.

~~*~~

Mom and dad are currently trying to ease her nerves about winnowing but she still seems a bit hesitant, so I grab her arm and winnow her there myself.

    She knees me in the balls.

    But alas, this isn't even the best part, because after making me infertile, she starts going into random rooms, looking for the "HBIC" as she likes to call it.

    Then she walks in on Amren... and Varian. She immediately steps out of the room and closes the door.

    "Sorry y'all, didn't mean to startle you."

    Like themselves, though, Amren and Varian don't stop, instead they lock the door and get rid of whatever magic is keeping the sounds in the room.

    Mom and dad winnow in shortly after, here the sounds, and winnow to a different place in the house.

    Madelaine to her surprise, stays perfectly put sitting on a couch in the main living space right outside the door.

    Amren walks out a second later, smelling of sex and Varian, her short black hair a bit messy.

    Amren surveys her for a couple moments and sniffs. Her face immediately contorts into that of disbelief and terror.

    "Hello sister."

~~*~~

hi hoes (istg thats my new favorite thing to say... anyways)

i got this giant blood blister on my pointer finger this morning, so the typing process has been a long and painful one, full of many types 

grammarly has a field day

not im listening to billie eilish while i type in four space marks at the beginning of every paragraph because wattpad does paste over tabs 

luv that

anyways, goodnight hoes <3