The Lying Lies and Dirty Secrets of Miss Nemene Talith

[Louise]

There it was, the heart of the matter.

You were going to leave me. She could have laughed, or maybe she could have cried. Immediately she stopped her assault upon her sister, her fate no longer being death by boiled blood. So that was the logical next step? Evelynn was going to leave and therefore had to be poisoned. No, it would not do that Nemene's dearest property wanted to live, no, she had to be crippled, humiliated and left begging for death.

The blonde collapsed backwards into the throne giving her sister an expression that could only described as disgust.

So you opted to torture me instead? This question was posed with a very dangerous amount of calm.

Finally getting it all out there didn't provide the closure that was to be expected, her gaze shifted, moving to the dried blood upon the floor. Eyebrows were furrowed, as the Silent Sister contemplated further action. After what seemed an eternity, her gaze shifted upwards once more, her lips forming the grimmest of lines.

I'm going to fix you, sister.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“You're the one that needs to be fixed.” Nemene spat the words, her voice rife with anger.

There was no more pain thankfully. Evelynn had stopped what she was doing, but the aching was still there. Her organs were slowly healing themselves, slowly recovering, but not fast enough. She could not move fast enough, she could not get to her sister quick enough to end this silly little game.

Evelynn was stronger than her, and she had finally realized it.

Involuntary tears rolled down her face as she lifted up her head. Orange eyes bloodshot and puffy stared up at Evelynn, daring her to do her worst. She would not just lay down and die, she wouldn't allow Evelynn the pleasure of her giving up. Nemene Talith did not give up. She was a Queen, the daughter of an Emperor.

Slowly she pulled herself to her feet, still clutching her abdomen and attempting to dispel the pain still running through her.

 

[Louise]

Hurtful.

Your time is up, Nemene.

Evelynn had spent all of her adult life being changed and fixed according to the whims of those around her. What had happened to that compassionate little blonde with the annoying stutter? Oh, that's right. She had been fixed, fixed and fixed once more for good measure. Yet still it wasn't enough, it wasn't good enough, it would never be good enough. So perhaps it wasn't Evelynn who had the problem.

Her hands began to flow and weave throughout the air in front of them, entwining those dark threads of the Force together for the assault to come.

The Silent Sister imagined every element that made up her wretched sister. The Talith name, the narcissism, the cruelty, the possessiveness, the very need to get her way ever single time. All of these elements and more came to her mind in the form of a glass orb, she even pictured it right down the colour. Purple. Deep and foreboding. What she imagined between her hands was the very essence of Nemene, her mind, who she was.

Veins thick and full with the taint of the dark-side became prominent upon the woman's hands climbing up those skeletal arms like decrepit vines. Those granite eyes began to fill with inky black as they looked into her sister's stubborn orange.

I love you.

Those hands, imbued with such raw energies of the Force began to curl into fists. A slow deliberate crushing motion, as those fingers contorted like the spindly legs of dying spiders. The orb. The imagined essence of Nemene Talith shattered.

But to what result?

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene broke.

There was no other word for it. No other description that would fit the sensation she suddenly felt her mind go through. Every feeling she had, every part of her being was gripped in the hands of Evelynn, and simply crushed. She felt her entire being crumble, all of it, fell apart in one smooth sweep. Everything that was Nemene tumbled away into the abyss.

The Queen of Rattatak collapsed onto the floor in a heap.

The tears stopped, the confrontation from her face melted away, every emotion melted away. The fierceness drowned and all hint of fighting went away. When she hit the ground she simply lay there, inert, almost comatose. She did not move, she barely dared to breath.

She lay in a heap on the ground.

Nemene did not cry. She did not sob. She simply lay on the limestone floor before the Throne. Through the bond Evelynn would feel but one emotion, one that would be utterly foreign coming from the Queen of Rattatak.

Anxiety.

 

[Louise]

She felt it, she felt the essence of Nemene shatter and dissipate into nothing and it was glorious.

A wicked smile came to her face tinged with a hint of relief. It felt like freedom. That single moment in which she felt her sister's anxiety, it...it just felt like victory, for the first time in what felt like her entire life Evelynn had won. A momentous occasion, one that deserved a parade and a feast where the vile and vanquished creature that was Nemene Talith would be the broken centrepiece.

The Silent Sister sank into the grand throne somewhat, her posture growing smug and crooked as she laced those skeletal fingers together. For a while the blonde just sat there and observed the prostrated form of her once proud sister. There had been a few particularly abusive encounters between the pair in the past where Evelynn found herself afterwards caught in the grip of frightening revenge fantasies, and now here it was.

It had to be savoured.

This silence lingered for a few precious moments before the woman finally unlaced those mismatched digits, beckoning her sister to her with a single finger.

Come to me.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene flinched as her sister called to her, her entire body twitching under imagined pressure.

She practically jumped to her feet afterward, scurrying to her feet with ragged hair and puffy eyes. She looked at her sister for a moment, meekness and passivity showing on her face. It was so foreign to her features that upon her high cheekbones and perfect brow the emotion of anxiety seemed to transform her into an almost entirely different person.

Nemene looked like a new woman, and not in a good way.

Quickly she scrambled towards Evelynn, making her way up the dais and to the throne rather quickly, though never daring to touch the force. Each step was a soft pitter patter, no hard clicking of boots, to commanding step. She moved like a rat.

As soon as she reached Evelynn she dropped to her knee's hiding her face from her sister in an effort to retain what little dignity she had left.

Things had changed.

 

[Louise]

It was an absolute delight to watch the once haughty woman scamper towards her like true and proper wretch.

She observed, still smirking away like the cat that had gotten milk, the cream, the tuna and the mouse as Nemene shied away, bent and passive. Was this real life? It was almost too delicious to behold. The woman's tongue snaked out, to wet those lips (no) in anticipation for all the times ahead. The revenge.

No, the justice.

Oh, sister. You shouldn't hide that pretty face.

The Force wrapped itself around her sister's throat, constricting, strangling, lifting. The seconds here must have ticked by agonisingly slowly for Nemene. Who would have ever thought this day could have come? Great quantities of mirth mingled with her terrible anger that had yet to just dissipate. Like yanking upon an imaginary leash Evelynn pulled Nemene towards her, hopefully sending the woman cascading into her lap where she would cradle the other woman's head.

Just watch out for those legs.

[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

She jumped forward.

Not of her own volition of course, by the pull of the force on her throat. She fell forward, or rather was pulled onto Evelynn's lap. Her hand jumped out in front of herself, trying to break her fall. It grasped against Evelynn's thigh, sliding alongside it and up it as Nemene tried to resist her sister for but a moment.

Her effort proved to be entirely futile.

She held herself, her breath catching in her lungs as she struck Evelynn's meager bosom. Her landing was surprisingly soft on the bony girls chest and she found herself held in place by the force. Nemene's chest rose and fell quickly, like a small animal that found itself trapped.

Anxiety poured through her to a near panic.

She did not like this.

 

[Louise]

Trapped was an apt word for it.

The Silent Sister fully expected for Nemene to grab her shattered legs, it was just instinct for the hands to prevent the woman from falling directly onto her face. It caused a shock wave of pain to come reverberating up the blonde's leg and through her very core, it was nothing that Evelynn could handle of course but still, for the dramatics it elicited a hiss.

Do you feel that?

That, of course was in reference to her broken legs.

Her spindly arms wrapped themselves her sister's head and she bent her neck down so that their heads would meet, the beast master's lips poised next to Nemene's ear. Can you feel those splintered bones!? She hissed, malicious tones coming out to play. Odd that she positioned herself there, given the lack of actual speaking.

That was you.

Devious nails found their way to her sister's cheek as a single hand grasped the woman's beautiful visage. It was so practised, the nails dug in, sharp and cruel as they swiftly drew blood. No worries. Nemene would heal, her face would be left unmarked by the occasion but still, it was about the pain, the domination.

Because. Of. You.

The claw came ripping out of her sister's face so suddenly, taking skin and blood with it as the mute simultaneously clutched the woman's head even closer to her chest, holding her even tighter. Almost playfully she blew air into the raven-haired woman's ear, most likely causing a grand sense of confusion as this was coupled with a light kiss upon her unmarked cheek.

But you're going to make it up to me, aren't you?

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene let out a whimper, a cry of pain, but she did not dare move as her sisters nails tore into her flesh.

The wounds quickly closed behind the nails, sparking slightly with purple light as her skin pieced itself together in almost an instant. She flinched as Evelynn kissed her, the lips stinging more than the nails ever could have. She winced again as the voice interrupted her thoughts, and Nemene began to nod furiously in Evelynn's grip.

“Y-y-yes.” Nemene stuttered out before she buried her face in Evelynns chest again.

The blonde haired woman smirked wide, petting Nemene for a few moments before finally letting go of her. She grasped Nemene's shoulders and then with a solid wave of the force pushed her away from the throne. The Meek Master flew down the dais and landed hard on the limestone floor, a loud thud resounding throughout the throne room.

Fetch your slaves, you have cleaning to do.

Nemene scurried up as soon as Evelynn spoke, dashing out of the throne room without a second of hesitation or delay. There would be no questioning Evelynn's words, there would be no defiance, there would be nothing. She had orders to obey after all.