I have died everyday waiting for you, Darling don't be afraid
I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more
Nessa Cordelia Lux
Nessa's lips would curl into a smile at his flattery, watching which flushed cheeks as he teased her robe open once more. The teasing was enough to insult a repeat of urges from earlier, although she managed to resist it...barely. As she managed to distract him with her question, she beamed as he agreed to take her, already excited for the date with him. She bit her lip as he informed of her the condition, unable to resist the urge to admire his undressed body. She took a steady breath, hesitating for a moment, before giving in to her own want. Reaching over she ran the tips of her fingers over his chest, a playful smile on her lips. "I think... I can manage that." She replied, the hint of a suggestion at her words. Her first experience with him already opening up her curiosity over what else was to come. Such tantalizing sensations yet to be discovered at his hand.
As he questioned where the food was, she sat up slightly. "I don't know, It should be any minute no-" She would hear the distant knock telling her that someone was there. She wiggled her eyebrows at Markus, "Speak of the devil~" She remarked airily, pushing herself up an of the bed. Fixing her robe again as she left his bedroom, making her way toward the front door. Idly thinking about what yummy dishes she was sure to be sampling any minute now. She opened the door to reveal a man standing there. He was younger than Nessa but not by much, with messy blonde hair and a jittery hazel gaze. He was dressed plainly, with not a bag of food in sight. "Nessa Lux?" He would ask quietly. She frowned, confused as she answered. It wasn't that she had been secretive about her trip to Dies Irae to visit her boyfriend, but she wondered who would go out of their wait to ensure she received correspondence here. Especially seeing as this was technically her time off. "Yes?"
He reached into his jacket, pulling out a brown envelope, he handed it to her. Hand trembling, he handed it to her, as her fingers clasped around the letter. The man in the doorway would vanish, teleporting before her without a trace. She blinked a few times, thrown by the strange encounter. She ventured from the door, thumbing the sealed edge open to pull out the contents inside. She expected paper, but the material she felt was firmer, glossier. She realised that it was a thick wad of photographs and as she eyed the images they displayed she would release a loud shriek of horror. Dropping the photos all over the floor, kneeling down to check they were real, tears flooding to her eyes. There were pictures of her, moments from her life from the past year. Some at the guild, some on jobs, even pictures of her and Markus. Her eyes were scratched out angrily with a pen, and words were drawn across the images in a thick red substance with a distinctly familiar copper smell. The words told her exactly who it was, across each image in blood were words of hate directed at her; Slut, Liar, Whore.
She knelt there sobbing, weakly she called for the one person she needed to comfort her, "M-Markus."
WC: 557 Nessa's WC: 9,442 New Freeform WC: 20,414