All expectations make her heart feel numb
She wasn’t familiar with the expression, but given the laughter remaining, she didn’t mind, didn’t question it. Curses were curses; either drawn from spirits or the heralds themselves, seeking out ridicule, punishments, or some immense, amusing satisfaction of watching mortals beckon for some sign of life. Another shrug rippled through her shoulders, she’d yet to experience the touch, but knew enough Naturals and Outlanders alike who’d been scorched and scorned.
Or perhaps her family had been, in a way. Maybe silence and indifference had been the most damaging curse of all.
She missed the way he seemed to embroil back into himself, contorting and coiling, slipping away from the bony filaments and edges where she’d been leaning. “Not much longer.” Her head tilted, back towards the abyss, lifting her head as if to drown in their fringes, corresponding to the fixtures of ethereal ethers she’d never be able to contain. “You are free to walk back with me.”
And with that, she settled down the bleached adornments – not waiting to see if he followed.
{FIN <3}
Or perhaps her family had been, in a way. Maybe silence and indifference had been the most damaging curse of all.
She missed the way he seemed to embroil back into himself, contorting and coiling, slipping away from the bony filaments and edges where she’d been leaning. “Not much longer.” Her head tilted, back towards the abyss, lifting her head as if to drown in their fringes, corresponding to the fixtures of ethereal ethers she’d never be able to contain. “You are free to walk back with me.”
And with that, she settled down the bleached adornments – not waiting to see if he followed.
{FIN <3}
MABEL
