09-19-2019, 10:14 PM
SabbatH
i'll let you play the role. i'll be your animal.
She hates the way Adna offers up her belly like an obedient bird dog, holding her own bruised heart in that soft mouth and just ready to give it up to Sabbath. She hates the way she buckles beneath the monstrous weight of the broken girl’s rage instead of fighting it and screaming back. Why is she not a monster like her? Why doesn’t the hunger drive her to snap her teeth back? Is she really so much better after all? Should have, should have, should have. All the pieces that were supposed to fall into place suddenly come up now and the girl finds herself only screaming in response.
“You should have been the sister I fucking needed and you never were. None of you ever looked for me when I was missing. Not one of you even asked where I had been,” she snaps, teeth clacking together as she bites her own words. She had been so alone there, trailing Eight and hoping that was what love was supposed to feel like. But he was all cold and dead to the touch. He never even kissed her and she tried to say that it was everything she wanted. Her hatred swallows her from the feet up and plunges her further into darkness.
But even now, she would not harm her sister. She pulls back when Adna dives in front of her and hides her teeth behind frowning, pouty lips. Why would she die for someone who had torn them apart? Would she ever do the same for Sabbath?
But before she can ask, he’s speaking and their child bristles at the idea of her father surviving. The gray girl bites her tongue as he repeats their daughter’s name, cursing herself for ever telling him at all. Prayer’s name alone is sacred to her, a locket where she stores every good thing that has ever touched her lips. She hisses when he repeats it back to her.
“Because she is mine and mine alone. I carried her and I gave birth to her and I chose her name,” she says, stepping back when he tries to draw near. “She’s beautiful and perfect. I don’t want anything ruining her, especially a father who can’t love her like she deserves. And she deserves the world, Beth. She deserves every god damn bit of it.”
“You should have been the sister I fucking needed and you never were. None of you ever looked for me when I was missing. Not one of you even asked where I had been,” she snaps, teeth clacking together as she bites her own words. She had been so alone there, trailing Eight and hoping that was what love was supposed to feel like. But he was all cold and dead to the touch. He never even kissed her and she tried to say that it was everything she wanted. Her hatred swallows her from the feet up and plunges her further into darkness.
But even now, she would not harm her sister. She pulls back when Adna dives in front of her and hides her teeth behind frowning, pouty lips. Why would she die for someone who had torn them apart? Would she ever do the same for Sabbath?
But before she can ask, he’s speaking and their child bristles at the idea of her father surviving. The gray girl bites her tongue as he repeats their daughter’s name, cursing herself for ever telling him at all. Prayer’s name alone is sacred to her, a locket where she stores every good thing that has ever touched her lips. She hisses when he repeats it back to her.
“Because she is mine and mine alone. I carried her and I gave birth to her and I chose her name,” she says, stepping back when he tries to draw near. “She’s beautiful and perfect. I don’t want anything ruining her, especially a father who can’t love her like she deserves. And she deserves the world, Beth. She deserves every god damn bit of it.”