peel away the layers till you're nothing and no one; potion

[Kirke]

peel away the layers till you're nothing and no one

Her mind drifts, thoughts focusing on nothing but what her senses can detect. Her skin shivers as a cool breeze rustles through her thin coat, her ears perk as a bird trills in the branches overhead, and her nostrils quiver as the sweet scent of the grass beneath her feet wafts upwards. It’s peaceful, and for a moment she can pretend that there’s a possibility of a positive future for her.

Until the sound of approaching hooves brings her back to earth.

Brown eyes flick open, and her breath catches when she realizes who exactly is standing in front of her.

Potion.

The memories she’s been fighting off for the laws few months start battering at her door. The Cove, their Father, her mother …

“Potion.” Bile rises in her throat. Favoured of Khaos … Father’s favourite. Always the favourite. Incestuous product of Khaos’ two favourite children.

God, the Cove. Part of her wonders how she never noticed how twisted the place had been … but how could she have known? She’d been raised to it.

It still doesn’t stop her from feeling guilty for …

She forces that thought back. She can’t bear to think of it now, not with Potion’s calculating eyes staring her down.

She notices the way that Potion’s gaze lingers on her overripe belly, and the corners of her lips quirk in a grimace. It would be her luck - the first time she runs into her perfect sister in years, she’s as fat and round as a melon. She tucks her purple wings closer in to her sides, wrapping them protectively about her belly. “How are you doing these days?” She doesn’t really want to know. But it seems the thing to say after all.

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