[mature] instead of nowhere to land | wishbone

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you In her mind, he Sees Gale’s father. Now he knows her. Now he remembers. She’s changed colors, from black to purple, but he knows her. She had cared for his previous host, and she cares for this one (even if only by proxy through Mazikeen). It will be doubly delightful to destroy her, and he smiles brightly once more at the thought of it. Wishbone cannot die, he thinks, she had come back at least once before. He’ll take her heart now, the curse decides, and if she returns to life he will think of something more permanent. Something worse even than death. His smile is so wide now it hurts, so wide that it doesn’t even flicker when she tries to distract him, when she tries to lie. She tries to dismiss him, and he shifts in response. The gold on his coat grows richer, and the navy less intense. His bright blue eyes turn olive green, and a pair of fangs peek from between Wolfbane’s blue-masked face. “Were those my daughters too?” he asks, following her out of the water and then closer still. His voice is gentle, a croon, but he pauses just before he reaches her. Some things are lost in the rebirth, but he had heard the past tense in her choice of words, and wonders if perhaps he’d been the one to have taken them from her. He laments that he cannot remember the joy of that if he had. “I could give you more,” he offers, and now he does reach out. There is something off, some strange magic that he is sure must belong to the amber-eyed mare, but he is certain he can quash it before she attacks. Whatever it is does not stop him from touching her, from running his dark mouth from the curve of her hip up toward her shoulder, where he presses too close and says: “But only if you tell me where Malik and Sickle are first. Maze will be so upset if you’ve lost them.” @[Wishbone]