08-02-2021, 04:04 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
The anger gives her blind courage and she burrows deep within it alongside the hatred for the Curse until her fear and grief are mere afterthoughts. She knows it’s name now but it’s still so hard to separate the thing she cannot see from the face she knows so well. He steps closer to her, enough so that the tips of her feathers tickle against his chest and she inhales sharply, feeling an intense rush of being so close to her murderer. “You wish.” She snarls softly, baring her blunted teeth and having half a mind to slap him across the face with that same outstretched wing. Nashua’s warning sounds then, an echoing voice of reason in the back of her head. A reminder that this would be a long game and one that could not easily be won as he licks his lips and reveals sharp teeth.
The snarl remains even as she slowly folds her wings behind her. She had come here for a reason, had come here so that she could be stronger for when she battled him again. He didn’t know that and she intended to keep it that way. Perhaps there was a way to trick Gale, the Curse, into actually helping her with her objective. If she could pull it off…. but how? Slowly she forces her expression into something more neutral. She can’t smother that anger inside of her but she tries to at least dampen it just a little. Just to get what she came here for.
Gale had only ever known the soft side of Ciri. The Curse probably didn’t even see her as a threat. So she would act as if she was not and see where that might lead. The long game like Nashua had said. “Why did you bring me back?” She finally asks, a question she hadn’t even been meaning to ask him but had wondered a thousand times since she had woken up stained in her own blood. Because it had to have been him who had healed her chest, one scar among many, and brought her back to life. But why? It was the one part of all this she truly didn’t understand.
“What do you want?”
The snarl remains even as she slowly folds her wings behind her. She had come here for a reason, had come here so that she could be stronger for when she battled him again. He didn’t know that and she intended to keep it that way. Perhaps there was a way to trick Gale, the Curse, into actually helping her with her objective. If she could pull it off…. but how? Slowly she forces her expression into something more neutral. She can’t smother that anger inside of her but she tries to at least dampen it just a little. Just to get what she came here for.
Gale had only ever known the soft side of Ciri. The Curse probably didn’t even see her as a threat. So she would act as if she was not and see where that might lead. The long game like Nashua had said. “Why did you bring me back?” She finally asks, a question she hadn’t even been meaning to ask him but had wondered a thousand times since she had woken up stained in her own blood. Because it had to have been him who had healed her chest, one scar among many, and brought her back to life. But why? It was the one part of all this she truly didn’t understand.
“What do you want?”
-- Ciri
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Gale