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Heya! This is still under editing, so uhhh, yeah, it's gonna be cringe, and not smooth to read, and not thoroughly fleshed out, yada yada. However this is practically a writing journal for me so do I give a shit? No <3
I'm considering a ship name for Rys and Nadia, but it's kind of hard to make one. Like, Rysadia? Sounds like a fantasy kingdom. NadiRys? Sounds like a type of STD. I'm sorry.
Literally though, like, imagine!
Doctor: I'm sorry, but, miss, you have been diagnosed with Nadirys.
"Oh no! But we used protection and everything! How did this even happen?"
Doctor: Have you considered employing a happy childhood without the exploitation of a characteristic you were shunned for, or an independence from a personality that was not majorly determined by a physical attribute you cannot control?
"...fuck"
Maybe I'm just a bit off my rocker right now, though. It's 1 AM, and I'm on Wattpad. it's 1 AM and I'm on Wattpad. That's gotta say some things about me.
Anyways, without further ado or roleplaying, here's Division and Divulgence, an exploration of Nadia and Rysander's relationship! Context will be updated soon, along with edits.
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division and divulgence
"I wanna know more about you." Rys says quickly.
The answer comes even quicker.
"You don't want to."
Nadia stares down the archangel and Rys has a small riot in her head. She conveys this by tapping her foot impatiently against the once-fancy carpet, dust floating up where her shoes meet the floor.
"I do."
"No you don't."
Once again, Rysander reminds herself that Nadia was mending her wings, weaving them together with magic. Rysander owes Nadia. Rysander owes Nadia. It's fair. Therefore, be polite.
"Polite." Rysander repeats under her breath. She doesn't realise she'd said the tail end of her thoughts before she feels a stare piercing through the back of her head. Behind her, Nadia raises a brow and turns back to sewing.
"If I wasn't articulate enough in rejecting your attempts to learn more regarding myself, I sincerely apologise for my transgressions." Nadia drawls. She stops for a moment, reaching to the counter beside her to pop a pill in her mouth. Rys blinks, trying to process why Nadia had said something like that out of the blue, before her face heats up in embarrassment.
"Oh, Uh, Hm" Stumbling past her words, the seraph settles on a phrase that even she can't mess up: "I wasn't talking to you!"
Nadia makes a show of looking around the room now that Rys had the mobility to turn and look at her. Her eyes fall onto Rysander.
"Is there some other person in this room I should be aware about?"
Fuck.
"Nope. I was just talking to myself."
Nadia's brows climb higher, her half-lidded eyes conveying what Rysander concludes is unquestionable belief and awe. The conversation dies away as the needle materialises in Nadia's hands again, with Rys shifting what she can of her wings to make Nadia's job easier.
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