Heads or Tails?
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████████████████ 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: Thoughts, Speech 𝔏𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: Beside a dead Boram. 𝔇𝔞𝔱𝔢: Summer; 2026.08.22 ████████████████ |
The place still reeked of sterilization.
Still carried the silence she had witnessed when Aamon seemed to have no trace of a well-made thought when she had attempted to confront the former nurse Baird, whom she caught a glimpse of at Lady Athanatos' wedding.
Or at least Nabi thought she did.
She would hum in silence, pale gray eyes on the limp figure that took over a once perfectly made infirmary bed. The creature appears almost... normal for a girl who always carried the burning sun in her gaze.
Nabi glanced around before moving closer, her steps like whispered secrets; after all, she had slipped inside before visitors arrived. Her shadow would loom over a resting Boram, stern yet comforting in her own silent way. Tilting her head as she recalled the gasps of the crowd, the panic in some eyes while Boram fell, damned from stepping foot onto the field for the rest of the game, before Nabi had left her seat in the crowd.
Her hand would reach out, fingers cold to the touch as she brushed away her disgustingly unkempt hair, muttering something about how her aunt would freak if she saw her. "Heads, you lose..." A faint smile would appear before curtly humming it away while placing a galleon in Boram's limp hand.
"Better fortune next time."
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