MABEL
She waited, their names offered into the void, into the crackling precision of beings who knew far more than they – the youth could bow to greater, grander wisdom, and utilize it when the time was right. Not so stupid or defiant to be incapable of understanding that specific art, after all, it was how they’d survived while the rest of their family stubbornly held onto their Old God sanctities, bent their heads at their decrepit shrines, and sunk, withered, and died.
The names of their parents resounded on the Wraith’s tongue, and the girl steeled her shoulders, fortified her measures. “Yes.” No one else to claim; Phil and Florence, father and mother, given over to Mort. She didn’t give the names of her siblings, the rest of them gone too, because it scarcely mattered. There was naught more to signify from their battered bones or sunken chests.
Wessex must have been piecing things together. There wasn’t a point in keeping a secret, not from potential brethren, and the world would discover it eventually. They were young, Ascended, alone, and the farmhouse, far off in the distance, was falling apart. Like the rest of their lives had before Brightness and potential. Her voice was a still thing, cold, numb, disembodied from the rest of her. “They’re all dead.”
The names of their parents resounded on the Wraith’s tongue, and the girl steeled her shoulders, fortified her measures. “Yes.” No one else to claim; Phil and Florence, father and mother, given over to Mort. She didn’t give the names of her siblings, the rest of them gone too, because it scarcely mattered. There was naught more to signify from their battered bones or sunken chests.
Wessex must have been piecing things together. There wasn’t a point in keeping a secret, not from potential brethren, and the world would discover it eventually. They were young, Ascended, alone, and the farmhouse, far off in the distance, was falling apart. Like the rest of their lives had before Brightness and potential. Her voice was a still thing, cold, numb, disembodied from the rest of her. “They’re all dead.”
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
