08-21-2019, 05:11 PM
SabbatH
i'll let you play the role. i'll be your animal.
They are alike in many ways, but Sabbath does not handle pain in the way that her sister does. While the elder builds walls around her pain and keeps it safe from further harm, she prefers to rip it out. She carves new scars over the old so no one can ever say they left their mark on her. Sabbath claws at every shred of emptied hope and smothers her weeping heart until she’s sure it’s really dead this time. She has learned to make every pain her own and shape her agonies with her own two hands. Every old ache is just a new skin to shed, for her. It’s just another notch in the knife handle.
She watches Adna and searches her eyes intensely as she remains silent for a second too long. This isn’t careful thought of trying to remember someone. Sabbath is not quick with words or ideas, but she’s got the eyes of a hawk when things aren’t what they seem. But maybe Adna is onto her because her words disrupt that suspicion and flood her with something that slices through her instead. She’s numb when the kiss finds her cheek and her eyes stare off at something far from here. What was she hiding? The serpent sister watches from the corner of her eye but she wonders if maybe she shouldn’t press it.
Was he special to you?
She clenches her teeth at the question and she’s quick to shake her head no – too quick. Sabbath had uprooted all the little hopes and daydreams that night had given her and set them on fire with everything else. They never had time to take root. Still, a part of her wondered if he would ever seek them out or if he even wanted to know his daughter’s face. She blinks away tears and just keeps shaking her head no.
“If you make them special, it’s that much easier for them to crush you,” she says and her voice is magma rising up in her. “You have to be the first to leave or you wake up alone.”
The embers churn in their furnace and roar back into an all consuming flame. As much as Sabbath liked to destroy the parts of herself that she had allowed to become vulnerable, she liked to ruin others more. Their father gave her the gift of hunger and she dreamed of ripping out the throat of every boy who wouldn’t say they loved her back. She wanted to tear out their hearts that refused her and lick her lips clean of them like sticky honey on her tongue.
“When they promise you forever, you have to promise not to bite down too hard. You’re both lying, anyway.”
She watches Adna and searches her eyes intensely as she remains silent for a second too long. This isn’t careful thought of trying to remember someone. Sabbath is not quick with words or ideas, but she’s got the eyes of a hawk when things aren’t what they seem. But maybe Adna is onto her because her words disrupt that suspicion and flood her with something that slices through her instead. She’s numb when the kiss finds her cheek and her eyes stare off at something far from here. What was she hiding? The serpent sister watches from the corner of her eye but she wonders if maybe she shouldn’t press it.
Was he special to you?
She clenches her teeth at the question and she’s quick to shake her head no – too quick. Sabbath had uprooted all the little hopes and daydreams that night had given her and set them on fire with everything else. They never had time to take root. Still, a part of her wondered if he would ever seek them out or if he even wanted to know his daughter’s face. She blinks away tears and just keeps shaking her head no.
“If you make them special, it’s that much easier for them to crush you,” she says and her voice is magma rising up in her. “You have to be the first to leave or you wake up alone.”
The embers churn in their furnace and roar back into an all consuming flame. As much as Sabbath liked to destroy the parts of herself that she had allowed to become vulnerable, she liked to ruin others more. Their father gave her the gift of hunger and she dreamed of ripping out the throat of every boy who wouldn’t say they loved her back. She wanted to tear out their hearts that refused her and lick her lips clean of them like sticky honey on her tongue.
“When they promise you forever, you have to promise not to bite down too hard. You’re both lying, anyway.”