06-26-2021, 07:41 AM
mazikeen
When the image comes to her, of Gale and Sickle, she first thinks it is a cruel joke or a twisted reminder of how she owes him another child. She huffs to herself, glancing towards the lake - expecting to see him standing there on his own, grinning a wicked grin. But no, there is another figure there with him. About the size her daughter would be now.
Her daughter
Mazikeen never intended to see the twins again, not until it was safe - and that day seems to be slipping further and further away. She explodes in fire, a bright orange phoenix rising from where she stood and flying as fast as she can towards the pair. She lands hard, shifting as she does so she’s her natural self, a pale mare crowned with her horns. This can’t be happening. She catches the filly’s question who’s that and she stumbles on her approach as sadness rolls through her. She knew, she knew what she was doing when she gave them away but having to face it like this - having to look at the little girl and see both herself and Gale, seeing no recognition in her eyes - it hurts.
“What…” Mazikeen quickly becomes vaguely aware that an explosive what the fuck may not be the most appropriate reaction in front of a child. Her eyes are wide and wild and she couldn’t name which emotion she feels strongest right in that moment if she wanted to. Even the glowing markings on her back cannot decide if they want to be present or not and they flicker in the darkness. She had been doing so well, closing herself off from her emotions but her surprise at this encounter leaves everything she is feeling on display.
She looks between the pair as she takes those last couple steps to join them and feels her heart ache, sees pieces of the future she had imagined for them all together. Her eyes sting with the tears that want to fall but she knows this is wrong, no matter how perfect they look together, how similar. She fixes her orange eyes on Gale and hisses out quiet, pained and fierce words as she comes to stand next to him (an instinct she does not have the capacity to think about right now). “Why is she here?” And then right on the heels of that, another question - fear cracking her voice on this one “And where is Malik?” Had he done something to their son? She looks for signs of blood on him, but there are none and Sickle seems mildly upset but surely not as much as she would be if her brother had been… if he had…
She can barely even finish the thought, nevermind speak it, but her fear is plain in her face as she turns and just stares at Sickle, unable to find any other words at all.
Her daughter
Mazikeen never intended to see the twins again, not until it was safe - and that day seems to be slipping further and further away. She explodes in fire, a bright orange phoenix rising from where she stood and flying as fast as she can towards the pair. She lands hard, shifting as she does so she’s her natural self, a pale mare crowned with her horns. This can’t be happening. She catches the filly’s question who’s that and she stumbles on her approach as sadness rolls through her. She knew, she knew what she was doing when she gave them away but having to face it like this - having to look at the little girl and see both herself and Gale, seeing no recognition in her eyes - it hurts.
“What…” Mazikeen quickly becomes vaguely aware that an explosive what the fuck may not be the most appropriate reaction in front of a child. Her eyes are wide and wild and she couldn’t name which emotion she feels strongest right in that moment if she wanted to. Even the glowing markings on her back cannot decide if they want to be present or not and they flicker in the darkness. She had been doing so well, closing herself off from her emotions but her surprise at this encounter leaves everything she is feeling on display.
She looks between the pair as she takes those last couple steps to join them and feels her heart ache, sees pieces of the future she had imagined for them all together. Her eyes sting with the tears that want to fall but she knows this is wrong, no matter how perfect they look together, how similar. She fixes her orange eyes on Gale and hisses out quiet, pained and fierce words as she comes to stand next to him (an instinct she does not have the capacity to think about right now). “Why is she here?” And then right on the heels of that, another question - fear cracking her voice on this one “And where is Malik?” Had he done something to their son? She looks for signs of blood on him, but there are none and Sickle seems mildly upset but surely not as much as she would be if her brother had been… if he had…
She can barely even finish the thought, nevermind speak it, but her fear is plain in her face as she turns and just stares at Sickle, unable to find any other words at all.
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Gale