show them the joy and the pain and the ending
She has never considered herself particularly beautiful. She is self-aware enough to recognize her own flaws (and she has seen herself through the eyes of others often of enough to know how the world sees her). Still, there is a certainly loveliness, a fragility, in her slender, angular frame, in the delicate shape of her head. Something that had always been surprisingly intriguing to the opposite gender. But before, she had always been powerful enough to deter any unwanted attention. Her sharp tongue had done the rest.
Without that aura of power however, she is fair game it seems. Despite the closed nature of her body language, she still somehow manages to attract the eye of another. Someone who is, apparently, far too full of himself.
She has so rarely known fear that it does not even occur to her to be leery of this newcomer. She had been a queen once, after all. And queens fear no one.
So, despite the silence of his approach, the way his sides brush much too intimately against hers, she regards him with a chilly stare. Her refined head comes up, ears flicking back to display her displeasure. Eyes of icy blue fix upon him, no words necessary to speak the quiet censure in her gaze.
She might currently be powerless, but that does not mean she must behave as such. Besides, she might not have her active gifts, but immortality still protects her. Who does this whelp think he is anyway? She does not need (nor does she welcome) his warnings. ”Oh, I’m perfectly aware,” she says, a sharp bite to her tone.
She, more than almost anyone, is quite aware. She has seen so much of it after all. Once, no secret had been safe from her. And one day soon, it would be so again. ”Did you ever pause to think that perhaps it is those monsters who should be wary?”
Her gaze fixes upon him with clear-eyed precision. She knows the art of intimidation quite well, and has no qualms about using it, even if she is currently unable to back it up. So, it is with no hesitation that she pins her ears in swift response to his unwanted touch, teeth snapping at him in reprimand. ”I’d advise you keep your limbs to yourself,” she quips, her tone brimming with disdain, ”Especially if you have any desire to keep your extremities.”
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts