05-06-2021, 02:00 PM
Mazikeen
Mazikeen has made a lifelong habit of not stepping back or flinching when but she comes close to it when he approaches, when she feels the press of lips and teeth on her skin and she has to remind herself that is not Gale. And then the request that follows surprises her enough that the glow on her skin and between her feathers winks out of existence for a moment as she leans away. It should have been anger or disgust first, shouldn’t it? And yet it is surprise in her eyes.
She hadn't expected that but she knows her answer almost immediately. Mazikeen does not believe this is her line of how far she’ll go. This was a part of her that had only existed for Gale - it was such a new part that she does not believe breaking it will break her. She's wrong, but she believes it all the same.
A tremor runs through her body and she cannot tell the cause - so she shifts partially to cover it, maintaining eye contact as she trades the rear-end of a horse for that of a fire-coloured lioness and becoming a friendlier size in the process. It is uncomfortable, being halfway between forms, but uncomfortable is the theme of the day - isn’t it? That change is already a clear answer even as almost every inch of her fiery body blooms with burning cracks again - bright even under the rising sun. There's hatred like living flame in her eyes even when she nods anyway, confirming.
Maybe she should know better than to trust the deal at all but if she refuses where would she be? So she puts her faith in her plan. The Curse will take the children and she will have Gale, and he can help her figure out what to do next.
She’s thinking of the taunts, the hints that not all the moments with Gale were what she thought, as her orange eyes dance over those near-black eyes with only the smallest ring of the blue she loves. She wonders if they've already done this anyway, so what does it matter if it has her again? She wonders too if Gale is awake in there and if he’ll see this. And she’s torn between hoping he won’t so he won't hate her and thinking he’d have no right to judge her for how she deals with his mess.
No, that’s not quite right. She hopes he won’t see this because she does not want him to think it’s his fault.
That sadness, the weight of her love, will not help her now so she shoves it down somewhere deep along with her self-respect.
And though she's already agreed, though she's already certain she's willing to do this, there is a question she wants to ask. She mixes pushing her luck with pushing gently into him, drowning the flush of kinder memories where she’s done this before with her words. “Have you not had enough of me already?” She asks in a low, near-sweet voice as she reaches with her beak to the white mane, nosing at it and then tugging with more force than she ever would have used with Gale - teetering between teasing and aggressive. Somehow, she does not think the creature inhabiting Gale’s body will mind dancing that line.
She hadn't expected that but she knows her answer almost immediately. Mazikeen does not believe this is her line of how far she’ll go. This was a part of her that had only existed for Gale - it was such a new part that she does not believe breaking it will break her. She's wrong, but she believes it all the same.
A tremor runs through her body and she cannot tell the cause - so she shifts partially to cover it, maintaining eye contact as she trades the rear-end of a horse for that of a fire-coloured lioness and becoming a friendlier size in the process. It is uncomfortable, being halfway between forms, but uncomfortable is the theme of the day - isn’t it? That change is already a clear answer even as almost every inch of her fiery body blooms with burning cracks again - bright even under the rising sun. There's hatred like living flame in her eyes even when she nods anyway, confirming.
Maybe she should know better than to trust the deal at all but if she refuses where would she be? So she puts her faith in her plan. The Curse will take the children and she will have Gale, and he can help her figure out what to do next.
She’s thinking of the taunts, the hints that not all the moments with Gale were what she thought, as her orange eyes dance over those near-black eyes with only the smallest ring of the blue she loves. She wonders if they've already done this anyway, so what does it matter if it has her again? She wonders too if Gale is awake in there and if he’ll see this. And she’s torn between hoping he won’t so he won't hate her and thinking he’d have no right to judge her for how she deals with his mess.
No, that’s not quite right. She hopes he won’t see this because she does not want him to think it’s his fault.
That sadness, the weight of her love, will not help her now so she shoves it down somewhere deep along with her self-respect.
And though she's already agreed, though she's already certain she's willing to do this, there is a question she wants to ask. She mixes pushing her luck with pushing gently into him, drowning the flush of kinder memories where she’s done this before with her words. “Have you not had enough of me already?” She asks in a low, near-sweet voice as she reaches with her beak to the white mane, nosing at it and then tugging with more force than she ever would have used with Gale - teetering between teasing and aggressive. Somehow, she does not think the creature inhabiting Gale’s body will mind dancing that line.
@[Gale]