05-04-2021, 08:49 AM
Mazikeen
Her gaze turns fiery at its taunt and more flaming cracks appear on her back as she fumes at the implication and how easily it sows doubt in her. She’d been trying so hard not to focus on them, not to question everything. Mazikeen cannot believe that everything has been false, some of it had to have been real. Some of it had to have been Gale. At the beginning especially, when the eclipse had ended. It is a very slippery slope though, following this line of thoughts. Who had she accompanied to the midsummer festival? Who had sired these damn children?
Thinking of it being the Curse who touched her even once out of all those times instead of Gale makes Mazikeen want to rip the twins out of her right now and be done with them. Her skin crawls and more burning cracks appear around her face as she burns with disgust.
Maybe it's just because of who suggested it, but Mazikeen shuts down these doubts before they can strangle her. She is sure that Gale loves her, that some of it - hopefully most of it - was real. What they shared wasn’t enough by a long shot but it could be. It had been more than she feared they’d get.
And she knows too that it doesn't even matter what was true and what wasn't. Even if everything Gale ever told her was a complete lie, she’ll stay without hesitation. She’ll keep her promise. She had been prepared to do it before when she thought him uncaring and indifferent and she’d do it now. Mazikeen has never worried about what damage she might take in the process - the drive has always been minimizing what might happen to others. She could take it. She knows now that she’ll fracture and fall apart but so long as there’s one piece of her left she’ll deal with whatever is thrown at her until she can figure out a way to end this so no one else needs to suffer too.
He'd called her frustrating once, but he had no idea.
When it mentions suggesting moving here, she’s drawn out of her storming thoughts and bites back with force. “That’s not how it happened.” She knew it wasn’t. Gale had wanted to go to Islandres and she had been the one to root them here.
Every word, every touch, every moment with Gale is branded onto her mind against her will and even though she may not always be certain of what they mean, she knows that they happened. She believes that much.
Wariness creeps in when that voice asks another question. The answer to it isn’t ‘anything’ but it’s so close that it might as well be. She does not want to admit that truth even to Gale, nevermind whoever she is talking to now, so she asks her own question in response while she sits - her body is so tense it takes effort to move even that much. “What do you want?” Though there’s still a harshness in her voice it's softened by that uncertainty. What could she possibly offer in exchange? What did a Curse want?
Thinking of it being the Curse who touched her even once out of all those times instead of Gale makes Mazikeen want to rip the twins out of her right now and be done with them. Her skin crawls and more burning cracks appear around her face as she burns with disgust.
Maybe it's just because of who suggested it, but Mazikeen shuts down these doubts before they can strangle her. She is sure that Gale loves her, that some of it - hopefully most of it - was real. What they shared wasn’t enough by a long shot but it could be. It had been more than she feared they’d get.
And she knows too that it doesn't even matter what was true and what wasn't. Even if everything Gale ever told her was a complete lie, she’ll stay without hesitation. She’ll keep her promise. She had been prepared to do it before when she thought him uncaring and indifferent and she’d do it now. Mazikeen has never worried about what damage she might take in the process - the drive has always been minimizing what might happen to others. She could take it. She knows now that she’ll fracture and fall apart but so long as there’s one piece of her left she’ll deal with whatever is thrown at her until she can figure out a way to end this so no one else needs to suffer too.
He'd called her frustrating once, but he had no idea.
When it mentions suggesting moving here, she’s drawn out of her storming thoughts and bites back with force. “That’s not how it happened.” She knew it wasn’t. Gale had wanted to go to Islandres and she had been the one to root them here.
Every word, every touch, every moment with Gale is branded onto her mind against her will and even though she may not always be certain of what they mean, she knows that they happened. She believes that much.
Wariness creeps in when that voice asks another question. The answer to it isn’t ‘anything’ but it’s so close that it might as well be. She does not want to admit that truth even to Gale, nevermind whoever she is talking to now, so she asks her own question in response while she sits - her body is so tense it takes effort to move even that much. “What do you want?” Though there’s still a harshness in her voice it's softened by that uncertainty. What could she possibly offer in exchange? What did a Curse want?
@[Gale]