07-28-2020, 12:24 PM
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We're safe, I think. Safe from parents who would destroy us for their own twisted joy, safe from blood and pain and death. That's what I tell myself as the days go by, and now that Cirilla has joined us here, I hope it's true.
Gar is less easy about things. He seems to have forgotten that Ciri and I are even here, with the way he buries himself in his mind. Thoughts of blood and pain occupy him, and a name I can't get out of my head. Breach. The only softness in his mind surrounds that name, and it cuts me to know it. I haven't gotten brave enough to ask him.
He's not the only one who's grown since we made our flight north. I dont think I'm ever going to be especially tall, but I'm taller than I was, and growing into a figure my mother would say only justified my naming. Tarte. A fancy word for whore, really. A bitter taste in your mouth. My mother is a spiteful creature. I know this, but it doesn't make it easier to swallow. Not when I have to wonder if she wasn't right.
I curl against Ciri in the bracken bed we've made for ourselves here. Away from the locals, but still in Nerine. "Do you know anyone named Breach?" I ask before I can think. If anyone would know, his sister would. My neck loops over to rest on the curve of her back, a gusty sigh underscoring my mood. It ruffles the soft feathers that cushion my cheek. I'm a little afraid that she will say yes, and describe some wonderful creature that I can't hope to be anything like.
A moment later I'm chiding myself for thinking that. Ciri is sweeter than honey, and I can't easily imagine her saying things just to hurt me. So instead I lay still as a stone, and wait for whatever words come.
@[cirilla]
I've seen devils, i've seen saints
I've seen the line between them fade
We're safe, I think. Safe from parents who would destroy us for their own twisted joy, safe from blood and pain and death. That's what I tell myself as the days go by, and now that Cirilla has joined us here, I hope it's true.
Gar is less easy about things. He seems to have forgotten that Ciri and I are even here, with the way he buries himself in his mind. Thoughts of blood and pain occupy him, and a name I can't get out of my head. Breach. The only softness in his mind surrounds that name, and it cuts me to know it. I haven't gotten brave enough to ask him.
He's not the only one who's grown since we made our flight north. I dont think I'm ever going to be especially tall, but I'm taller than I was, and growing into a figure my mother would say only justified my naming. Tarte. A fancy word for whore, really. A bitter taste in your mouth. My mother is a spiteful creature. I know this, but it doesn't make it easier to swallow. Not when I have to wonder if she wasn't right.
I curl against Ciri in the bracken bed we've made for ourselves here. Away from the locals, but still in Nerine. "Do you know anyone named Breach?" I ask before I can think. If anyone would know, his sister would. My neck loops over to rest on the curve of her back, a gusty sigh underscoring my mood. It ruffles the soft feathers that cushion my cheek. I'm a little afraid that she will say yes, and describe some wonderful creature that I can't hope to be anything like.
A moment later I'm chiding myself for thinking that. Ciri is sweeter than honey, and I can't easily imagine her saying things just to hurt me. So instead I lay still as a stone, and wait for whatever words come.
TARTE
@[cirilla]