02-07-2021, 06:50 PM
give my all to watch you fall
“Of course,” she says, when he wonders if his gentility can be reversed. At the least, she thinks she can sharpen his edges, whittle them until they can cut if the need arises. “Anything can be improved on.” Anything can be built up when there is nothing at the start, she adds, silently, but doesn’t want to offend him enough that he walks away. This game is just beginning. It is shameful that he has been brought so low, shameful that he perhaps started life this way to begin with. If she knew his thoughts though, it might be her that walked away in disgust.
Instead, Titanya loans a part of herself to him. She thinks if he can only taste what power and strength are that he will find a seed of it inside himself. She believes he will nurture it, allow it to grow, and wield it like a newfound muscle, this strength. All she can do is give him the tools to get there, the desire to be more than he was before.
Now that she knows he exists like this, she can’t let him languish in his weakness any longer.
“Once is more than enough. It’s not your fault you couldn’t act on it before.” The fact that she has wanted to destroy since the day she was born does not diminish his own declaration of a few violent cravings. All it takes is a spark, a tendril of shared magic between strangers in the meadow. He takes it, reaches out for help, and she grins back at him. Titanya is silent as she watches him go to the tree and kick out a few times in vain. That’s no matter; a mighty oak tree does not rise in a day. When the resounding crack finally rings out across the meadow, startling both beast and bird, she lets out a holler of joy at his success.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” She asks in a rush as if she were the one to wield the increased density and topple the tree. Her smile is now a wide thing that breaks easily across her face. It isn’t long lived though. He confesses that he is normally the one destroyed and her smile drops down into a deep, scathing frown. “And why would you allow that? Why haven’t you done anything about it?” She becomes almost angry, even, her amber eyes burning into his. She can’t fathom why anyone would sit idly by.
Instead, Titanya loans a part of herself to him. She thinks if he can only taste what power and strength are that he will find a seed of it inside himself. She believes he will nurture it, allow it to grow, and wield it like a newfound muscle, this strength. All she can do is give him the tools to get there, the desire to be more than he was before.
Now that she knows he exists like this, she can’t let him languish in his weakness any longer.
“Once is more than enough. It’s not your fault you couldn’t act on it before.” The fact that she has wanted to destroy since the day she was born does not diminish his own declaration of a few violent cravings. All it takes is a spark, a tendril of shared magic between strangers in the meadow. He takes it, reaches out for help, and she grins back at him. Titanya is silent as she watches him go to the tree and kick out a few times in vain. That’s no matter; a mighty oak tree does not rise in a day. When the resounding crack finally rings out across the meadow, startling both beast and bird, she lets out a holler of joy at his success.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” She asks in a rush as if she were the one to wield the increased density and topple the tree. Her smile is now a wide thing that breaks easily across her face. It isn’t long lived though. He confesses that he is normally the one destroyed and her smile drops down into a deep, scathing frown. “And why would you allow that? Why haven’t you done anything about it?” She becomes almost angry, even, her amber eyes burning into his. She can’t fathom why anyone would sit idly by.
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