12-25-2019, 03:14 AM
sometimes I'm terrified of my heart;
of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants —
She is nothing like her companions, but she doesn’t yet know all the reasons why.
Her mother had said that her and Stave came from the stars, but she cannot fully comprehend how. She is too young to realize that they are an almost impossible creation, that from the stars does not logically make any sense at all; that most cannot just go to the stars and create children. They were set apart from the rest in that aspect, but Desire doesn’t understand it – not yet, at least.
She does know that she is different, though. She is different because she does not understand the insecurity that reads so plainly on the other girl’s face when she approaches and secures herself next to Ghaul. The idea of not being entirely confident in yourself was a foreign concept to her, and it causes her eyes to flicker across Clarissa’s face with something that is a mix between curiosity and pity.
She is different because she does not understand why Ghaul feels the need to verbally announce his greatness, when true greatness can be seen. Her father is great, but she cannot imagine that he ever has to tell anyone. He is great enough, in fact, that Ryatah hasn’t ever told them much about him – at least, not her experiences with him. But the stories that run rampant in Beqanna are plentiful enough that her and Stave have filled in most of the blanks on their own, and it’s why Ghaul can tell her he’s going to be great all he wants, it still stirs nothing inside of her.
Her dark eyes look back to Draco when he speaks, silently observing his own wants and desires that seem to radiate from him. She is surprised that with him, it’s relatively easy to pinpoint what he wants – a brief image of a silver girl covered in curious dapples and snowflakes that shimmer on her nose flickering somewhere in her mind – and she isn’t sure why she finds this amusing. She of course has no idea who the girl is, and it doesn’t make a difference. It was the fact that he was one of the first she has come across with a clear want rooted inside of him, and it is all she can do to stifle the need to cast an illusion just to see what will happen.
Ghaul addresses her, and her shark-black eyes look to him, roving over the place where his eyes should have been. “I don’t have to conquer anything. The world is already mine.”
Her mother had said that her and Stave came from the stars, but she cannot fully comprehend how. She is too young to realize that they are an almost impossible creation, that from the stars does not logically make any sense at all; that most cannot just go to the stars and create children. They were set apart from the rest in that aspect, but Desire doesn’t understand it – not yet, at least.
She does know that she is different, though. She is different because she does not understand the insecurity that reads so plainly on the other girl’s face when she approaches and secures herself next to Ghaul. The idea of not being entirely confident in yourself was a foreign concept to her, and it causes her eyes to flicker across Clarissa’s face with something that is a mix between curiosity and pity.
She is different because she does not understand why Ghaul feels the need to verbally announce his greatness, when true greatness can be seen. Her father is great, but she cannot imagine that he ever has to tell anyone. He is great enough, in fact, that Ryatah hasn’t ever told them much about him – at least, not her experiences with him. But the stories that run rampant in Beqanna are plentiful enough that her and Stave have filled in most of the blanks on their own, and it’s why Ghaul can tell her he’s going to be great all he wants, it still stirs nothing inside of her.
Her dark eyes look back to Draco when he speaks, silently observing his own wants and desires that seem to radiate from him. She is surprised that with him, it’s relatively easy to pinpoint what he wants – a brief image of a silver girl covered in curious dapples and snowflakes that shimmer on her nose flickering somewhere in her mind – and she isn’t sure why she finds this amusing. She of course has no idea who the girl is, and it doesn’t make a difference. It was the fact that he was one of the first she has come across with a clear want rooted inside of him, and it is all she can do to stifle the need to cast an illusion just to see what will happen.
Ghaul addresses her, and her shark-black eyes look to him, roving over the place where his eyes should have been. “I don’t have to conquer anything. The world is already mine.”
Desire