and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.
She has many faults, but jealousy was perhaps her worst.
She took it like a drug when offered, and she let herself ride that high like she didn’t know it was going to lead to a crash. Ophanim had suffered the brunt of her uncontrollable envy the most, as could be expected, but that didn’t mean anyone else was safe, either. Even if she didn’t love them in quite the same way, Starsin was a collector – and Kensa and Litotes, separately, were two of her most treasured pieces. Pieces that had become pieces of her, and not just pawns on her chess board. She had made sure to twist herself like wire around their hearts, just enough to always be there at the back of their minds, just as they were always in the back of hers.
It was no secret to her that Kensa was not careful with her heart. She was an irresistible flirt, and Starsin can’t even blame her, because she is the same way. They both liked to play their games, and yet they were both infinitely foolish, it seemed, in letting their games go a little too far. With each other, of course, and for Starsin it had also been Lie, and for Kensa, it seemed, it was Brigade.
Something inside of her trembles at where Brigade’s mind goes; a memory, and she can see his wine-red skin pressed into the gold-laced curves of Kensa’s, she can hear the fleeting and flashing bits of conversation that he chooses to recall. She is struggling to quell whatever is rising inside of her – an undeniable urge to shatter the trees that grow around them, or to simply explode his heart inside of his chest. But she quiets it, because she is not as reckless as she used to be (usually), and she finally, through her jealous fog, realizes that he doesn’t know. Litotes never crosses his mind, and there is a malicious part of her that is ever so tempted to just lay that plainly on the table for him.
But she wasn’t that low – she would plant seeds of doubt, she would give him the opportunity to ask questions, but she would not blatantly tell him.
“Kensa is my friend, too,” she begins sweetly, tipping her head to catch the cloud-gray of his eyes with her navy-blue own. She sighs then, an almost grievous sound, as she keeps the cheshire-cat smile out of her voice when she says to him with all the sincerity she can muster, “She should be queen of the East instead of Dawn, don’t you think? It would only make sense, with Litotes being king and everything.” Then, she gives a shrug of her shoulders, continuing with an offhanded nonchalance, “But, it’s not really my business what the East does, I suppose.”
starsin
it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )
@[brigade]
