Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Mazikeen does not fight back, but the glow remains in her snowy fur, and the light is as satisfying to him as her outward resistance would have been. She will struggle internally now, it suspects, changing parts of herself to survive.
The restraint in her voice turns Gale’s smile to total delight. She names those she wants protected, telling it to make its own promise in exchange. It will break the last vestiges of Gale with a few more powers. It is sure of it. It will be able to break this promise, to shatter the last hold Gale has on the truth that it speaks. And so, feeling generous, it agrees.
“I swear it. Hyaline, and your friends, and families.” Gale had told her that no one would be safe, and the Curse now promises that everyone she cherishes will be. How trusting is she, it wonders? How desperate?
As if to seal the words, it kisses her back as Gale would, using her lover’s knowledge of her body as a weapon. This won’t be so bad, it had promised. Well, it supposes, it won’t be bad as far as physical suffering. Her immortality makes killing her less interesting, but emotional and mental torment are equally entertaining to the dark creature.
When it releases her, she asks if it will bear witness, and Gale’s handsome face turns up in another smile.
“Oh I’ll be watching,” it tells her. There is the slim chance that the Champion Mazikeen has appointed might be capable of besting her in a fight, the Curse knows, and while it doubts that the pair of them will come to blows, it remains hopeful.
It would step in before Mazikeen lost, of course, but watching them rip each other apart is not a Sight that he would ever risk missing seeing itself.
“But do this on your own, so I know that you’ll keep your end of the bargain. Your track record is rather disappointing, after all.”
@[Mazikeen]
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