11-05-2025, 03:15 AM
He closes his eyes against her light and that instinct to dim her glow still exists, much to Beyza's annoyance. She hopes it is only because he is masquerading as his former self, that colt she had befriended, the one she once felt sympathy for. But she cannot believe this is anything other than a trick so her glow brightens. Just a little. Keep those yellow eyes closed, keep him from coming too close.
She reminds herself that this may be a trap and anything she can do to remind him that she is untouchable is worth it.
If saying his name aloud was strange, it doesn't come close to hearing her own rasped out. She feels the sickly inhale of his breath like a breeze against her skin, so familiar and so foreign at the same time.
"Your mother?" The truth of it was that Beyza had not thought about Anaxarete in a long time. Her life had been so filled to the brim with parental figures and mentors and she does know that at one time she had revered the grey magician. But a lot has changed since then.
And because of that, the mention of Anaxarete confuses her. Not only was she a piece of Beyza's past but she would have assumed it was the same for Jamie. The Reaper didn't seem like someone who checked in with his mom.
Then again, this wasn't exactly the Reaper in front of her now. "Did she do this to you?" She asks quietly, her unblinking gaze regarding him with a cold version of curiosity.
All her warmth is kept safe, deep in the boxes where she parcels off the pieces of her that need to be protected or buried, and she can only hope she will know which box is which when it is safe to be herself again.
She reminds herself that this may be a trap and anything she can do to remind him that she is untouchable is worth it.
If saying his name aloud was strange, it doesn't come close to hearing her own rasped out. She feels the sickly inhale of his breath like a breeze against her skin, so familiar and so foreign at the same time.
"Your mother?" The truth of it was that Beyza had not thought about Anaxarete in a long time. Her life had been so filled to the brim with parental figures and mentors and she does know that at one time she had revered the grey magician. But a lot has changed since then.
And because of that, the mention of Anaxarete confuses her. Not only was she a piece of Beyza's past but she would have assumed it was the same for Jamie. The Reaper didn't seem like someone who checked in with his mom.
Then again, this wasn't exactly the Reaper in front of her now. "Did she do this to you?" She asks quietly, her unblinking gaze regarding him with a cold version of curiosity.
All her warmth is kept safe, deep in the boxes where she parcels off the pieces of her that need to be protected or buried, and she can only hope she will know which box is which when it is safe to be herself again.
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jamie