Little Firebug

[Aela Talith]

Nemene was no pyromancer.

She had fought one before, fought one and killed him without much effort. Yet she had no talent in the skill of manipulating the flames. It was rather silly anyway, using fire when the force had so much more to offer, so much more it could be used for.

Her fingers tapped the side of the lighter in indecision.

She could press the issue, she could let Jenna sit here, idly, crying and sobbing like a sow. Or she could simply walk away, leave the girl here to cry until she was ready to seek out her Master. Either way, Nemene would claim this was part of the teaching process, part of what would allow Jenna to use the darkside of the force.

Fear was important after all.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

The lesson probably wouldn't sink in for a while, if it would even sink in at all.

That was the problems with phobias, they generally garnered quite an extreme reaction, and heck, she hadn't even encountered an actual flame yet. If this was just dealing with the charred remains of guilt then what would it be like to actually confront the thing itself?

Unfortunately for Nemene she had tested the limits of what she could do verbally, and while perhaps over time the impact would lesson, this was the first time and it had been like a sledgehammer to the psyche.

She remained upon the floor, foot still on her back, eyes, nose and mouth still streaming in half-hysterical half-broken sobs.

"I-I-I....s-s-s-sor-sorry..."

 

[Aela Talith]

The fire-starter closed.

Nemene realized that it wasn't time yet. She could abuse it later, but for now she needed to be the open palm, the welcoming arms. This was the part where she was to be supportive, where she was to be manipulative.

This was one of her favorite parts.

She had done this out of necessity before, when her last pet had been on the cusp of leaving her, when Evelynn had wanted to go out and do things. She had manipulated then, and she would manipulate now. It was necessary, in order to make Jenna into a true pet.

“Shhhh.” Nemene said letting her foot drop from the girls back, squatting besides her. “Shhhh”

She began to pet Jennas hair.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

Nemene's first touch upon her head made her flinch, she hadn't expected the human contact nor did she know what to do with it.

The gentle shushing was like a blanket trying to smother those metaphorical flames that surrounded her. The soothing sound managed to at least permeate her consciousness. She was aware of that the notion of comfort crouched next to her.

A need began to flourish, a need and a craving for comfort. One that could not be provided by parents any more for obvious reasons.

She wasn't in a state to comprehend Nemene's motives, far from it.

Jenna shifted somewhat, still a tragic snivelling wretch upon the ground but she moved, dragging herself even closer to the other woman as to wrap her arms around her leg and cry into her foot.

 

[Aela Talith]

Nemene smirked.

She hid the smirk of course. She placed it away and didn't even acknowledge that it existed, but she did smirk. The girl crawled to her for comfort, quite literally laying at her feet, begging for a hand, begging for something.

Her hand moved through Jenna's hair.

Slowly she laid herself down, placing herself on the filthy floor and placing an arm around her. She hugged her.

Nemene Talith actually hugged someone. Oh it was to manipulate, it was to change and shift her point of view, to twist her. It would take time, but it would be done.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

Talk about finding comfort in the worst possible place.

Jenna had literally just crawled into the lion's den, into the middle of the spider's web where she would lay prone and wait for the Spider Queen to devour her.

Of course she was in no fit state to see this as such, in fact the vulnerable young woman's mind was so clouded by her own crippling fear that it didn't even click that it was Nemene herself that had started this train of thought, that had thrown screeching guilt at her until she could no longer stand, it didn't click because she thought it was the thoughts in her own head.

Still frightened, still panting with her chest tight and her mind ablaze with painful stimulus of years ago she shifted further into the embrace of the other woman. Completely burying her head into Nemene as ever-so-slowly she began to calm herself.

"....s-sorry...I'm I'm....sorry..." she snivelled over and over again.

 

[Aela Talith]

Nemene simply petted the girl, comforted her.

This was going beautifully.

She had not expected Jenna to break down this quickly, this much. It was wonderful. It made things so much more simple, so much easier to control and guide. Briefly she wandered what the girl would be like after this, what she would do, how she would react.

Nemene supposed it didn't matter.

This moment would forever be in her pocket. She would pull it out, press it into Jennas mind, and then twist whenever she needed to. This was the beginnings of a bond, the start of Nemene gaining control, gaining power within their relationship.