03-05-2022, 10:27 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
Perhaps he had intended his words to soothe but they land sharp. Quite the opposite of what he had intended.
”Younger siblings.” She is deathly still. Deathly quiet.
“What have you done? The anger is there, simmering, but it is raw pain etched across her slashed face. ”What do you mean younger siblings?” Hurt in those silver threads tinged green with jealousy. It’s a blow that had been unintentional on his part, and irritation is quick to rise when she sees him trying to soften himself against her razor edges, which only makes it worse. It’s more than the thought of him with another, something she had done (or tried) as well.
She had never had another child. She had never tried to replace what had been lost, what had been taken from her. But he had. He had truly moved on, in every sense of the word.
She stares at him and realizes that he truly is a stranger to her now. He has loved others, had children with others… And now he is standing here looking at her as if he might still have a claim to her. As if she hadn't suffered in a lonely miserable life constantly punishing herself for what had happened between them. She looks at him and it clicks, that he had been fine. He had been fine.
He looks at her as if there were no consequences for his actions.
She decides to give him some.
Her dark laughter swirls around them when he grunts and stumbles, satisfaction in her snarl as the crimson of her stars turn the bloodiest they have ever been. It’s not enough. Not until he is bleeding on the ground like she had. Not until he truly feels pain will it be enough and even then she will want more. If she can’t have her revenge against Gale then this will have to suffice.
He begins to lament for all they had been but she… She’s done mourning. How fitting that he’s once again late to a party that she’s already leaving.
“What do you know of pain.” She mockingly scoffs at him and the shield around her begins to shift into something even darker as the brightness behind it (inside her) tries to break through. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches the white shining brilliance that’s filtering through the puckered parts of her skin and the laugh she gives now is one of irony. The residue the Curse had left behind runs rampant amongst her stars, around her starlit wings, around her shield.
“Funny how you placed so much blame on me, about not being good enough.” She says, a cruel mimic behind his wing as her teeth snap at the leathery flesh in her face. Her body pushes against it, hoping to hear a satisfying crack of bones. She knows exactly where to press too, thanks to the way Cursed Gale had once broken her own. Behind him a hole begins to open as the black storm inside of her merges with the tainted connection to the stars. ”There is no taking away this pain.” She admits and when she lunges at him again, her eyes are no longer silver but the color of the black hole behind him.
”Younger siblings.” She is deathly still. Deathly quiet.
“What have you done? The anger is there, simmering, but it is raw pain etched across her slashed face. ”What do you mean younger siblings?” Hurt in those silver threads tinged green with jealousy. It’s a blow that had been unintentional on his part, and irritation is quick to rise when she sees him trying to soften himself against her razor edges, which only makes it worse. It’s more than the thought of him with another, something she had done (or tried) as well.
She had never had another child. She had never tried to replace what had been lost, what had been taken from her. But he had. He had truly moved on, in every sense of the word.
She stares at him and realizes that he truly is a stranger to her now. He has loved others, had children with others… And now he is standing here looking at her as if he might still have a claim to her. As if she hadn't suffered in a lonely miserable life constantly punishing herself for what had happened between them. She looks at him and it clicks, that he had been fine. He had been fine.
He looks at her as if there were no consequences for his actions.
She decides to give him some.
Her dark laughter swirls around them when he grunts and stumbles, satisfaction in her snarl as the crimson of her stars turn the bloodiest they have ever been. It’s not enough. Not until he is bleeding on the ground like she had. Not until he truly feels pain will it be enough and even then she will want more. If she can’t have her revenge against Gale then this will have to suffice.
He begins to lament for all they had been but she… She’s done mourning. How fitting that he’s once again late to a party that she’s already leaving.
“What do you know of pain.” She mockingly scoffs at him and the shield around her begins to shift into something even darker as the brightness behind it (inside her) tries to break through. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches the white shining brilliance that’s filtering through the puckered parts of her skin and the laugh she gives now is one of irony. The residue the Curse had left behind runs rampant amongst her stars, around her starlit wings, around her shield.
“Funny how you placed so much blame on me, about not being good enough.” She says, a cruel mimic behind his wing as her teeth snap at the leathery flesh in her face. Her body pushes against it, hoping to hear a satisfying crack of bones. She knows exactly where to press too, thanks to the way Cursed Gale had once broken her own. Behind him a hole begins to open as the black storm inside of her merges with the tainted connection to the stars. ”There is no taking away this pain.” She admits and when she lunges at him again, her eyes are no longer silver but the color of the black hole behind him.
-- Ciri
@Amet