09-03-2021, 01:18 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
She winces when his hoof makes contact with the dying mare’s side, noticing how she doesn’t even flinch. There isn’t much time left for her as her slow and agonizing death begins to creep through her lilac body and squeeze around her fluttering heart. Gale speaks beside her and she nods with exhaustion, pain thrumming through her own body. Perhaps it is better for the stranger to die. Perhaps that is the only way to protect her now, by letting her go to that endless void. But then she thinks of that empty blackness, that hollow part in her soul that she’s carried with her ever since she came back.
There is no peace in that purgatory.
He asks her what she can offer and she is quiet as her bright eyes gaze down at the slowing movements of the strangers side before looking back at the Curse. Into those familiar electric eyes. “Nothing.” She says with a whisper of a painful smile, the blinding silver of her eyes sharp on him. “I’m just curious if you can even do it again. Or are you not as powerful as I thought?” Another gamble but that’s all she has when it comes to him. The luck of the dice, that one chance that she lands on the right cards.
From what she’s seen so far, the Curse has a massive ego. He thinks himself unstoppable and perhaps he was. Perhaps he would kill her again before this night was over, perhaps he wouldn’t bring her back this time. Still, as she hears the last gurgles in the dying woman’s throat, her angry fiery heart constricts and she knows it’s worth it if she can spare anyone from what waits beyond.
There is no peace in that purgatory.
He asks her what she can offer and she is quiet as her bright eyes gaze down at the slowing movements of the strangers side before looking back at the Curse. Into those familiar electric eyes. “Nothing.” She says with a whisper of a painful smile, the blinding silver of her eyes sharp on him. “I’m just curious if you can even do it again. Or are you not as powerful as I thought?” Another gamble but that’s all she has when it comes to him. The luck of the dice, that one chance that she lands on the right cards.
From what she’s seen so far, the Curse has a massive ego. He thinks himself unstoppable and perhaps he was. Perhaps he would kill her again before this night was over, perhaps he wouldn’t bring her back this time. Still, as she hears the last gurgles in the dying woman’s throat, her angry fiery heart constricts and she knows it’s worth it if she can spare anyone from what waits beyond.
-- Ciri
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Gale