MABEL
After LongNight.
Her grip on the pencil tightened, a clench of her fists, not saying anything to the regards. Absorbing. Contemplating. She could wish all she wanted, and it wouldn’t do any good. Instead, she put the charcoal back to task, leaving the details and remarks to sizzle and chill; the composition wringing in her head.
Mabel had never thought she’d been one to dismiss a Queen, but there was nothing else to be said; too many other things to be done, too many other emotions she’d have to settle in the heartache of the present. The only one left. That echoed and reverberated in her ears too, stayed amidst the dust and ghosts, the collection of ethers and vestiges still residual, still there, clinging to her skin. “I’ll be all right.”
Some day. When she’d had her moment. When she’d had her opportunities.
Because Mabel Occidendum wasn’t done yet. Not by a longshot.
Not again. And not so soon.
{FIN}
Her grip on the pencil tightened, a clench of her fists, not saying anything to the regards. Absorbing. Contemplating. She could wish all she wanted, and it wouldn’t do any good. Instead, she put the charcoal back to task, leaving the details and remarks to sizzle and chill; the composition wringing in her head.
Mabel had never thought she’d been one to dismiss a Queen, but there was nothing else to be said; too many other things to be done, too many other emotions she’d have to settle in the heartache of the present. The only one left. That echoed and reverberated in her ears too, stayed amidst the dust and ghosts, the collection of ethers and vestiges still residual, still there, clinging to her skin. “I’ll be all right.”
Some day. When she’d had her moment. When she’d had her opportunities.
Because Mabel Occidendum wasn’t done yet. Not by a longshot.
Not again. And not so soon.
{FIN}
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
