MABEL
She wanted to rankle and spit with derision, but not to anyone in particular – just the vast unknown, the world set before them that they had no time to truly chase down. “I heard they tried to talk to them.” The monsters, the demons, the infidels of the night, eternally at play in the wind, in the twilight, in the void – coming to them in knocks and lures, in serpentine sounds of trickery and deceit. No one needed to make up stories of terror and treachery to frighten their children – winter’s reality had always done enough. “They cannot be so different.” She shrugged, the uncertainty weighing her down, the bridges and gaps laden in between, uncertain which to pick, which to goad, which to terrorize, which to admire.
Evelyn’s hand on her shoulder was followed through with her own, and she squeezed her sister’s fingers. Even if they couldn’t feel, they would always know anyway, imparting, casting bonds. “Torchline,” she murmured to herself, face scrunched up in thought. “How much would we be able to enjoy?” Was the call of the ocean so different from the siren song of the woods? Were the fathoms deep and luxurious, far wider, far greater, than the Oasis? Could wolves wander there too, under the clarity of the moon, to bask in the embrace of the current and tides?
Or did it matter, when one had lost all sensation?
Her brows furrowed, and a breath followed, features returning to normal. “You pick. And we’ll get stronger before then.”
Evelyn’s hand on her shoulder was followed through with her own, and she squeezed her sister’s fingers. Even if they couldn’t feel, they would always know anyway, imparting, casting bonds. “Torchline,” she murmured to herself, face scrunched up in thought. “How much would we be able to enjoy?” Was the call of the ocean so different from the siren song of the woods? Were the fathoms deep and luxurious, far wider, far greater, than the Oasis? Could wolves wander there too, under the clarity of the moon, to bask in the embrace of the current and tides?
Or did it matter, when one had lost all sensation?
Her brows furrowed, and a breath followed, features returning to normal. “You pick. And we’ll get stronger before then.”
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
