(10-18-2020, 08:06 PM)hanna Wrote:GRETAI once held your soldier heart between my war teeth; shook it like a dog with a bone until it knew the fear of good love." Do you remember? "The queen has done nothing but work, it seems. Her relentless desire to build Pangea back from the dust, to create it into (perhaps?) something new? What did she have in her dark mind? What was she toiling towards after her appearance in the darkness of the battle?
The queen turns with a smile one might give a child. And truly, that is what Greta portrays. Despite the years that she has lived tucked away, and how she should be quite gray and wise now, she is still just a child. Her features are doe-like in their innocence, her mind still naive, her experiences nothing beyond the globe of Eight’s magic. The queen’s voice is just as gentle as her gaze - like she is holding a small dove in her hands, wary of frightening it off. But Greta is not scared just yet, not like she was in Eight’s world. She is excited, welcoming to all the knowledge and experience that could become of this new life.
“I did just as you said! I came right here and waited to find you! Greta is smiling and true - her front feet pattering lightly on the ground in excitement. And then, Straia’s question - a gift and a curse in itself. The queen is precise in her questions - as if she knows that there are limits and rules to how Greta lives. There is no room to waver or question in how the queen asks.
There is comfort in safety; a serene (and stern) wrapping around your soul. Who would she be if she couldn’t obey? If she didn’t have any fight left inside of her? Straia asks if she wants freedom, and she does not know. Could this dark queen free her from the endless years of relentless manipulation? But who would she be outside of that? How does she decide what is right and what is wrong - what to do - who to be?
“Could you please..”- and it almost seems too much to be possible- a taste of freedom, a glimpse at what it would be like to be her own. But that is almost too much - she does not know what it is like to answer to no one. The thought is too terrifying. It makes her stomach churn and begs her to flee from this - makes her wish that she had never come (as if she had a choice). “I don’t know. I don’t think freedom is that easy. I know He would never allow me to walk as my own. B-b-ut.. Can you make it so he never sees me?” She is not sure how else to word this - how else to ask that her father never touch her again. To ask to be hidden away from his snow globe of a world with his commands, and torture, and strings tied to her heart.
@[Straia]