MABEL
No denial. No rejection. No one telling them to cease and desist from the pews, from the wings, from the cobblestones. No one bothering to say, to stop, to offer warnings. Which was all the more delightful – free rein in hellion interludes, and they watched and waited in their feigned innocence, in their rapt duplicity, in their specious designs and accords –
Until the man came.
And Mabel couldn’t hide her eerie, enigmatic smirk as the relic fell, fell, fell, tumbling down upon the stranger. That it had worked. That someone from those damned Old Gods was in pain, in torture, and then she slid over towards him, creeping and crouching. “What should we do with him?” Was her next response – not out of panic or fear that they’d be caught for their actions.
But plotting and orchestrating.
Until the man came.
And Mabel couldn’t hide her eerie, enigmatic smirk as the relic fell, fell, fell, tumbling down upon the stranger. That it had worked. That someone from those damned Old Gods was in pain, in torture, and then she slid over towards him, creeping and crouching. “What should we do with him?” Was her next response – not out of panic or fear that they’d be caught for their actions.
But plotting and orchestrating.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
