[open] the voices of the dead

[Ereshkigal]

幻想

Ereshkigal

Ereshkigal's head hung low, the grass tickling her lips while her eyes remained tightly shut in discomfort. The ache in her stomach did not fade, no matter how still she tried to be. Pale ears pricked towards the sound of small hoofbeats coming towards her, and a groan of annoyance escaped her as she silently prayed it was not the figure she'd seen earlier. A call came towards her, and as she looked towards the source of the sound, she was quickly disappointed as her eyes settled on the being approaching her. 

Ereshkigal's blue eyes held no kindness within them as she glared at the other, her lips pulling into a scowl. 

"It's only a stomach ache, I'm fine." Her reply was short and blunt, though her mother had always told her to speak sweetly no matter the situation, she cared not for practicing her manipulative, sugar coating voice. A twinge of pain quickly replaced her angry features, twisting in pain as a pathetic whimper escaped her lips. Her thoughts were racing, wondering how she could get rid of this feeling, or at least think of an excuse to tell her mother to justify disturbing her so early. A small part of her longed for her mother's affection, wishing her mother would speak softly to her in earnest. She knew though that truthfully, that honey-coated voice was laced with arsenic intentions. She could plead her mother for honesty, and the truth would spear her small spirit anyways, so she did not try. 

Shaking herself of her thoughts, she glared towards the other filly once again, her frustration growing at the other's presence. 

"Perhaps it's your existence that sickens me." Her own voice was filled with venom, clearly annoyed as she attempted to stand and leave, only to buckle back down to the ground as the discomfort in her stomach took hold again.

You're like therapy with no solution 催眠 You're a remedy that's useless チョウ

@[Iris]