Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
Reminiscent of last year – in some ways. Discussion of fighting. Promises that may or may not be upheld. This was a different course of action, seemingly nearly solely reliant on the Ascended lines, and Mabel knew she wasn’t strong enough. Not like some of their brethren. Dead and gone for too long, and now any impact she might have strived to maintain or ensure was solely lacking; plots of vengeance at the forefront, and this one sneaking up on them as the way all LongNights seemed to unravel.
So she listened from her seat. No Evelyn beside her. No twin to bounce ideas back and forth off of. Still, silent, her head tilted politely towards those speaking, or one brow arching at the dog in the corner. Nate proffered extensions of defenses, barricades, organization…and the only thing Mabel had to offer was the sunken-in farmhouse. “I have my family’s farm, if we need a place.” It sprung out of her mouth before she could truly quantify it, but it was there, in the ethers and fringes, if anyone cared to look. “It needs some fixing up, but can house many.” A shelter, a sanctuary, if given the proper measures.
And wouldn’t it be some delightful, just desserts, for her family’s Old God worshipping ways to be forgotten under the weight, guise, and spectacle of their Goddess’s kin?
So she listened from her seat. No Evelyn beside her. No twin to bounce ideas back and forth off of. Still, silent, her head tilted politely towards those speaking, or one brow arching at the dog in the corner. Nate proffered extensions of defenses, barricades, organization…and the only thing Mabel had to offer was the sunken-in farmhouse. “I have my family’s farm, if we need a place.” It sprung out of her mouth before she could truly quantify it, but it was there, in the ethers and fringes, if anyone cared to look. “It needs some fixing up, but can house many.” A shelter, a sanctuary, if given the proper measures.
And wouldn’t it be some delightful, just desserts, for her family’s Old God worshipping ways to be forgotten under the weight, guise, and spectacle of their Goddess’s kin?
MABEL
