03-09-2017, 01:24 PM
Charlemagne
TOUCH MY OWN SKIN
AND HOPE THAT IM STILL BREATHING
AND HOPE THAT IM STILL BREATHING
It is a point that is not contested; Charlemagne is a terrible mother.
She looks upon her brood with contempt—only reminders that she has deigned to share her body with someone long enough to gain what she has been looking for from them. In the case of Epithet, this is no exception.
Carli knows that Epithet’s sweet soul is broken—she is Carli’s daughter, after all—and that perhaps the crystalline lady is not as innocent as she might like to pretend that she is. And so, the golden viper slinks around her daughter, hiding her pain behind a mask of contempt, looking for a way to seek her revenge on the one who has put her in such a predicament. Magic without limits—raw and unfettered.
It was a beautiful thing.
“I have not been with a title for years, you silly thing. It is the magic that I seek. How is it that you have managed to keep your abilities, and yet I, and others I see, seem to have been stunted. Pray, tell me your secrets to your poor lost and helpless mother.”
About as helpless as bullets sitting next to a 9mm hand gun… Or gasoline next to a lit match.
Carli opens her eyes and they change from a golden amber to an emerald green. Last vestiges of magic that had burned through her when she had been…No. such images will not do. Jealousy and anger.
Let them be your fuel.
She looks upon her brood with contempt—only reminders that she has deigned to share her body with someone long enough to gain what she has been looking for from them. In the case of Epithet, this is no exception.
Carli knows that Epithet’s sweet soul is broken—she is Carli’s daughter, after all—and that perhaps the crystalline lady is not as innocent as she might like to pretend that she is. And so, the golden viper slinks around her daughter, hiding her pain behind a mask of contempt, looking for a way to seek her revenge on the one who has put her in such a predicament. Magic without limits—raw and unfettered.
It was a beautiful thing.
“I have not been with a title for years, you silly thing. It is the magic that I seek. How is it that you have managed to keep your abilities, and yet I, and others I see, seem to have been stunted. Pray, tell me your secrets to your poor lost and helpless mother.”
About as helpless as bullets sitting next to a 9mm hand gun… Or gasoline next to a lit match.
Carli opens her eyes and they change from a golden amber to an emerald green. Last vestiges of magic that had burned through her when she had been…No. such images will not do. Jealousy and anger.
Let them be your fuel.
I HAD A WAY THEN LOSING IT ALL ON MY OWN
I HAD A HEART THEN BUT THEN QUEEN HAS BEEN OVERTHROWN
I HAD A HEART THEN BUT THEN QUEEN HAS BEEN OVERTHROWN
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