MABEL
Had the Voice saved his life? What an interesting thought. “Maybe you were a mistake,” and she lingered there, in the threads of the potential onslaught, domineering and haughty, superior and seditious. “But now you have to find a way to live with it.” Choose his path, riddle and ramble down through the corridors, either in distaste or disaster; it mattered little to her. She muffled a hollow little laugh, impudent and proud, at the way his voice altered, changed. What will you do with your rage? she wondered, but not out loud. That’d be for another time, another place.
Her eyes flickered to the horizon, now beginning its gentle glow. Before long it would be morning, and the darkness would thread away, leaving her vulnerable. Eventually, she’d be strong enough to withstand some proportion of its midst. Just not now. “I must be going,” she prospered abruptly, and with little explanation, standing from the stone bench, an eldritch, ethereal being in the mourning essence of the world and wake. “Good luck,” was an offering, but clearly had little well wishes behind its tone. Then she drifted, out and away, leaving Sah to his own devices, just as he’d snagged before.
{FIN}
Her eyes flickered to the horizon, now beginning its gentle glow. Before long it would be morning, and the darkness would thread away, leaving her vulnerable. Eventually, she’d be strong enough to withstand some proportion of its midst. Just not now. “I must be going,” she prospered abruptly, and with little explanation, standing from the stone bench, an eldritch, ethereal being in the mourning essence of the world and wake. “Good luck,” was an offering, but clearly had little well wishes behind its tone. Then she drifted, out and away, leaving Sah to his own devices, just as he’d snagged before.
{FIN}
If you dig under my feet
You will find things that you don't want to see
You will find things that you don't want to see
