and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.
The first time she had stumbled across a child of Ophanim’s, it was the first time she had ever thought about killing something. The jealousy that had flared to life inside of her was still unmatched to any that she has ever felt – and as an incredibly jealous creature, she had too many incidents to compare it to. The thought of him touching someone the way that he had touched her, and the fact that he had children before they even had their first, was almost enough to push her over the edge.
Then again, she lived on the edge. And everytime she thought she was going over, she never seemed to actually fall.
Things had changed since then. She had thoroughly made a mess of everything, with her own retaliations and infidelities. In her typical fashion, she hadn’t been able to be content with evening the score; she wanted to win by a landslide. And in her victory, she had lost him. She hasn’t seen him since she came to Sylva, and she tried her best to not let that occupy every corner of her mind. The twins – the star-studded son and daughter she had with Litotes, just more tangled threads of her web – provided a worthy distraction, but they were in Pangea with their father today, and she was restless.
She rounds a bend of trees, and the blush-pink girl is stark against the autumn colors of the territory. She stops, staring at her with unwavering blue eyes, and she tilts her head in thought. She had seen a glimpse of Kensa’s daughter with Ophanim in Loess, before she had left. She had been shades of pink, too, along with Ciara, and she feels a growling anger begin to gnaw at her chest. Did he change his color on purpose? Was this his way of thinking he could hide all these children from her? Even though the logical part of her knows Ophanim is not malicious like that, her jealousy had never been very good with reason.
But she looks down at the small, visibly frightened girl, and she feels the envy and fury begins to fade away. She can tell by her thoughts that she is terrified, and again, she is amazed that somehow all of his children seem to lose their mothers, and they all seem to miraculously stumble across her. A sigh brushes past her lips, and though the sound is reluctant, her face softens as she approaches her with a lowered head. “Hey,” her voice is genuinely kind when she speaks, as she takes in the sweet face that almost reminds her of her own daughter, and her heart clenches. “Are you lost? Where’s your mom at?” Better yet, where the hell is your father, because I miss him, she thinks with a tightening of her jaw, and she resists the urge to immediately pull the little girl close, because she is so desperate for anything that reminds her of him.
starsin
it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )
@[Beulah]
she is SO cute I love her so much
