What a fine mess this is

Beneath the water's surface, seconds felt stretched into an eternity. The soft glow of firefly light filtered in from above, illuminating Rogues shadowed frame, adding a blinding halo around him. Damn, she couldn’t see. The murky water was stinging her eyes, her chest was starting to burn, her lungs screaming for air. But even with her flailing, even with her smacking his face and clawing at him, he wouldn’t let her go. He was going to drown her. Another scream left her lips, vibrating against his skin as she pinched him tightly between her teeth, using these last moments to make him hurt. Her vision started to blur, she became lightheaded, and the aching in her chest amplified. She was going to pass out. Using her remaining strength, Nimue made one last effort to dislodge him- kicking her hind legs against his hind knees, to make them buckle.

And somehow, it worked. Rogue lost his balance and came crashing down on top of her, but Nimue was quick to worm her way out from under him, breaking the water’s surface with a loud gasp. Her lungs burned, her chest heaving as she inhaled quick breaths, twisting as she felt Rogue flailing in the water. In a fluid motion, she crawls on top of him, pushing him down into the water, with his back in the mud. He was so large that his head poked out in the shallows, the water level stopping at his shoulders, so he wasn’t completely submerged.

But now, the victor was clear.

With her paws planted firmly against his chest, Nimue sits her hind end down on him, her hips aligning with the lower part of his ribcage given their size difference. It was a rather… intimate position, if she cared to realize it. She’s still fighting to catch her breath, water trickling down her face as she stares down at him. She flexes her toes, gripping his chest. “You were going to drown me!” She sneers, raising a paw to bop him on the nose. “Losing Ashen made you that angry?” Her ears pinned back, her eyes narrowing. “So angry you were willing to kill me?” Her voice suddenly becomes softer, the weight of his actions accompanying her words. Sure, they weren’t friends or anything. Hell, all they did was fight each other- twice now. But she was offended. He really hated her, didn’t he?


"Nimue Vasanti"