I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die.
As they moved into the house, Nova stirred a little, smelling the familiar scents of home. Her blue eyes fluttered open with a soft whine. "Vespy?" She shifted in Hadama's grasp, wanting to find comfort in her brother's arms instead, feeling the recent events well up in her mind again. Ugly purple flowers that didn't smell good. Dark shadows ripping and tearing at the magic etched into her soul. The sound of wet, hungry teeth eager to consume her from the ground. And pained panic in abundance.
Whimpering pathetically, the tears formed in her eyes again, nearly dry from the trip home. Heavy with exhaustion and the trembling aftershock of adrenaline, she wouldn't say anything else until she was safely in Vespy's embrace or the overly cushioned cocoon of the couch or bed. Only then did she mutter a small cry of 'Monsters' and 'My magic' with such fear and sadness that she flexed and grasped her fingers to make sure the tingling of her powers had returned to her, remembering the way she felt so empty and powerless.
Cradled in something warm and comforting with her brother nearby, she would finally drift into a deep, dreamless sleep of pure darkness born only of a hysteria hangover.
Whimpering pathetically, the tears formed in her eyes again, nearly dry from the trip home. Heavy with exhaustion and the trembling aftershock of adrenaline, she wouldn't say anything else until she was safely in Vespy's embrace or the overly cushioned cocoon of the couch or bed. Only then did she mutter a small cry of 'Monsters' and 'My magic' with such fear and sadness that she flexed and grasped her fingers to make sure the tingling of her powers had returned to her, remembering the way she felt so empty and powerless.
Cradled in something warm and comforting with her brother nearby, she would finally drift into a deep, dreamless sleep of pure darkness born only of a hysteria hangover.
Nova
I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.
