with her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean
she's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
She meant to leave immediately and would have done so if not for the first words Vanquish spoke to her. They were blunt and possessive and she could feel the traitorous way her being wrapped gleefully around them. At first she was as still as stone watching him, but a moment later a small, reluctant smile slipped across the thin line of her mouth. “Yes.” She says at last, agreeing with him with a nearly imperceptible tilt of her refined, imperious head. “You are mine and I am yours.” Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully and she turned to look at the small child cowering uncertainly beneath an impossibly large and dark wing. “Family.” But this word is spoken with less reverence as she notes the way her ribs swell like welts above her skin.
Her attention lingers on Faultline a bit longer and her eyes narrow again with a strange sort of clinical curiosity. It was so intriguing to Bright that this girl who must have been hungry for days and alone for even longer than that had not been frightened by the enormous cervidae stalking her, their father as Bright had come to realize, but now shrank away from two horses. Granted one had pulled her through a portal and the other was distinctly reminiscent of an imposing dragon-type creature. Bright sighed resignedly with a furrowing of her brow. “You know, you’re scaring her.” It wasn’t really a question and it certainly wasn’t an accusation, but there was something there that glittered knowingly across the surface of her pale violet eyes.
A thin smile spread across her mouth when the filly scowled at her and allowed the enormous stallion to drawn her into the space beneath his wing. “Family.” She said again with a smile that glinted like the edge of a steel blade as though that explained everything.
Vanquish addresses Faultline, pulling her closer still with a story of words meant to enchant, a story of words Bright already knew well. Still she listened regardless, pleased again with the way he was so saturated in the pride of his ever-growing family. Mine. She thought in agreement with him, conceited in a way he was not and yet completely unconcerned. And then to him once his attention has turned on her as though her possessive thought had tickled his consciousness, “I’ve already stayed longer than I meant to. I can stay one more night.”
It isn’t quite what he had requested but it was more than she conceded for most. Her exhaustion would not have kept her from dragging herself all the way back to the meadow to look for the elk-stallion, her elusive father, but it did provide a good excuse for her to delay her plans. What’s more was that she found a strange feeling of want itching beneath her skin as unwelcomed curiosity traced probing fingers at the innermost workings of Vanquish himself. She had not expected to see so much of her own possessiveness in him and now that she did she was unready to look away.
“Tell me more about this family.”
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