Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
Kings of old; people who were deemed to have mattered. She wanted to ask about the others – the commoners, who lived out their lives amongst and amidst the Grounds, or elsewhere, far beyond, who outnumbered the royalty, whose backs curved, whose shoulders grew tired. Wisely, perhaps, she kept her thoughts to herself, unaware if any of the sudden anger spiking through made it towards the dragon.
But there were no other explanations. She could see why he’d like it – with the essence and picturesque void of some quiet serenity, a place to reflect, to wander, to wonder, perceptions aligned or thrown off-kilter into the runes and petals.
Her eagle eyes caught the figments of the hares down below – an instinctive, animalistic draw towards fur and lives and beating, bleeding hearts resounded in her mind. Yes, she answered, she delved, she dove. Raptorial, what she’d yearned and craved to be when she wasn’t sinking in between fathoms of hell and misery and whatever else buoyed to the surface.
Reaching, reaching, reaching, for the snap, for the life to vanish beneath her machinations.
But there were no other explanations. She could see why he’d like it – with the essence and picturesque void of some quiet serenity, a place to reflect, to wander, to wonder, perceptions aligned or thrown off-kilter into the runes and petals.
Her eagle eyes caught the figments of the hares down below – an instinctive, animalistic draw towards fur and lives and beating, bleeding hearts resounded in her mind. Yes, she answered, she delved, she dove. Raptorial, what she’d yearned and craved to be when she wasn’t sinking in between fathoms of hell and misery and whatever else buoyed to the surface.
Reaching, reaching, reaching, for the snap, for the life to vanish beneath her machinations.
MABEL
