Nym

“And from the child bore through earth, fell the first drop of rebel blood.”

Nym admired the emerald gem adorning her finger. 

A twinge of guilt in her stomach as she did. 

Her mother would be so disappointed in her, no faerie in her family had been married for Generations, and Gaia only formed flesh into females, never boys. All of the women since time could remember bore children from Gaia, no men were ever needed, nor allowed. And now Nym, with a slight smile watched as the ring on her finger glittered in the morning light, an olive skinned man asleep in the bed behind her. 

Nym takes in a deep breath of bright morning air streaming in through the open window, the familiar scent of moss and tree bark and dewy grass settling her stomach. She made her way out onto the little wooden balcony, and looked out at the land, admiring the shifted shade of green the sunlight gave to it. She shut her eyes and felt a light breeze pass over her skin, the hairs on the back of her neck and arms perked up at the sudden chill. Nym didn’t mind. Eiden was waking up, his hand searching the sheets for Nym but she was nowhere to be found. Eiden opened his eyes and searched the room for her, he caught a glimpse of her pearlescent skin on the balcony. He stretched and rose from the bed. Nym didn’t notice the slight creek the floor made as he walked behind her, Eiden smiled at the glittery sheen the sun gave her skin, and reached out to touch her back. Before she could react Eiden had laced both of his arms over her stomach, and began resting his head in the crook of her neck. 

Skin, 

Skin,

Skin. 

Warm, silky, kind 

Skin. 

Against mine. 

Butterflies bloom 

And die all at once. 

The mix of emotions making my 

Head 

Drunk 

With thoughts. 

The feeling of his 

Skin

Accompanying 

My 

Skin

With the gentle warmth of the 

Sun 

Cradling us 

In a warm embrace. 

…

Take a breath. 

Nym, feeling a little startled and pleased all at once joins her fingers in between his, leaning into his resting head. 

“Good morning.” Eiden mumbles into her shoulder. 

“Good morning.”

As a collector of words, I find it’s important to have a place to put them.

Hi, I’m Elodie! A writer (more often poet) and author. I have loved writing for most of my life, and In entering a new era I want to branch out, hence, the wordpress page. I’m hoping to just have fun, and write fantastic things and I hope you enjoy whatever you read.

“Seems like now, it’s impossible to work this out, I’m so committed to an old ghost town, is it really that strange if I always wanna change?” – Ashley Frangipane