She's done a bad thing.
All that remains beside her in bed is a pool of blood seeping into the flower-patterned sheets. It's all in her clothes now; drying under her nails. In her mouth. She can run her tongue over pieces of flesh still stuck in her teeth.
Nyra's breath catches in her throat as she presses down on the mattress. Watches the blood seep out of it and envelop the edges of her hand. It always ends this way. She hates that she can't help it.
The room is overwhelmingly small—suffocating, even. It makes her breath quicken, and her teeth ache. She can still feel her there with her. Her victim. Her whimpers and cries as she sank her teeth in a little too hard. A warmth radiates through her. Shame. Guilt. Satisfaction.
She scrambles out from beneath the sheets and peels her ruined clothes off. Then she stands there. Naked, unable to take her eyes off the stain that was once a person. The headlights of a passing car come in through the blinds. Illuminate her mess and the goddess' eyes in the painting on the wall. Her heart races.
Under the stream of a shower that is not hers, she scrubs every inch of her blue skin raw. She throws on clothes one size too big. They are not meant for her.
And then she looks at it again. The stain. She can smell the lingering scent of life in the air. Can't bring herself to meet the goddess' eyes yet she feels them burning into her. Her stomach turns. She bolts without closing the front door behind her.
She's done it again—a bad thing.
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Famous Last Words (An Ode To Eaters) | Astarion
FanfictionEver since she can remember, Nyra has led a lonesome life fueled by her desire for flesh. To sink her teeth into it and rip it from the bone, feeling the pulse of her poor victim beating against her mouth. She lives drifting from place to place, giv...
