you're waiting for someone to put you together, you're waiting for someone to push you away
She makes her way closer. She should have known that Jinju would have known who she was immediately. But there was no emotion. There was nothing that Reagan could see from Jinju’s outward appearance, and the pounding in her own head was so loud that she could not deal with the effects of her magic. She drags her body towards the pair, making no notice of Offspring, other than laying hard eyes on him before drawing her attention back to her daughter.
The antlers disappear again, and in its place, fangs grow into massive sabre-tooth incisors. Colors are still swirling, and she leans against a tree. She is nothing. Not a magician—for surely magicians can control their tricks. Not a wife. Not a Queen. Not a wolf. Not a mother. She is nothing until she can learn to love herself again—and she does not see that happening any time soon.
Fire, she says mentally. To Jinju, to the other stallion… she does not care which. Cauterize the wounds. Bleeding out is a bitch.
She snarls as her sabreteeth disappear from her mouth and reappear on her head. Inwardly, she feels terrible that she had intruded on what may have otherwise been a touching family reunion. But outwardly, she cannot bring herself to care. She breathes heavily, looking for some direction, expelling all of her energy... Simply wanting to be normal again.
If there ever was such a thing as normal.
.
The antlers disappear again, and in its place, fangs grow into massive sabre-tooth incisors. Colors are still swirling, and she leans against a tree. She is nothing. Not a magician—for surely magicians can control their tricks. Not a wife. Not a Queen. Not a wolf. Not a mother. She is nothing until she can learn to love herself again—and she does not see that happening any time soon.
Fire, she says mentally. To Jinju, to the other stallion… she does not care which. Cauterize the wounds. Bleeding out is a bitch.
She snarls as her sabreteeth disappear from her mouth and reappear on her head. Inwardly, she feels terrible that she had intruded on what may have otherwise been a touching family reunion. But outwardly, she cannot bring herself to care. She breathes heavily, looking for some direction, expelling all of her energy... Simply wanting to be normal again.
If there ever was such a thing as normal.
.
reagan
