peel away the layers till you're nothing and no one; potion

[Kirke]

peel away the layers till you're nothing and no one

Potion’s gaze still lingers, and Kirke can’t help but wonder what thoughts are going through her sister’s mind. Is she wondering if the child within will be worthy of Khaos’ line? Or is she lamenting the fact that Kirke’s child will never grow up as part of the Family?

Once upon a time she herself would have been devastated by the destruction of the cove. The Family had been everything to her, her lifeblood, the meaning for her existence. But then she had travelled to Illea … and the extent to which her life had been tainted had been revealed to her.

Part of her still hates the faeries for taking her there. If they hadn’t, she could still be living in denial. She could still be happy. Well, happier. But Illea and Francis had removed her blindfold, had forced her to look more closely at herself and her family than she ever had before.

It’s better that the Cove is gone. Though a tiny, tiny part of her that she tries to quash still misses it. She hasn’t missed potion though.

Her lips tighten at her sister’s comment. “Thanks?” She knows well enough what she looks like. She doesn’t need reminders.

Her expression softens however, when Potion reminds her of the many baths they’d had together on the Cove’s sandy shores. “Far, far too many!” She’d always been jealous of Potion, had envied the girl her abilities and their father’s favour, but there had been a time where they’d gotten along rather well. Where they, dare she say it, had been friends.

When had that ended?

She smiles in spite of herself. “I know how that is.” She stretches her wings, displaying the now boring (well, in comparison) purple feathers. Hopefully her vibrant colours and her dark horns will be returned to her sometime soon. “Tired, I must admit.” Her damn belly is dragging her down. “But well enough.” There is more that crosses her mind, more that she could say, but she chooses not to say it. A gulf has opened between them, and while Kirke does not truly hate her sister (no matter how much the perfect lavender girl frustrates her), they will never be as close as they once were.

kirke

Will try to get the birthing post up later tonight too.