Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
Maybe the most important inquiry had yet to be said: when were they ever enough?
Any gods, any heralds, any mighty crescendos, any false promises, any latent beings?
But Mabel couldn’t say it, and it stuck to her tongue, her brain, her mind, like one of the many defiant orders pressing in amongst her skull. Hardwired to survive, yet to figure out how to truly thrive. Slowly intertwining, unwinding, from the predilections of hardships, digging into the granules, asking, asking, asking, question after question, but never certain if she wanted to hear the answer. If she wanted to know.
And then the dragon offered the eagle his meal, and her eyes widened, avian and confused – but taking it all the same.
When was the last time she’d tasted anything? Thank you, and she bowed her head, felt all the inclinations of a raptorial array over and over again – talons plucking, beak pulling apart, until there were things to relish in her mouth. A bird’s, and not truly her own, but enough of a sentiment for now. And while she picked it apart and wondered what it would feel like to do so to an enemy, to honor vengeance in the same decadence, the bond twisted and turned once more. Do you want to go home now? Was there more he wanted to see? Or had this been enough?
Any gods, any heralds, any mighty crescendos, any false promises, any latent beings?
But Mabel couldn’t say it, and it stuck to her tongue, her brain, her mind, like one of the many defiant orders pressing in amongst her skull. Hardwired to survive, yet to figure out how to truly thrive. Slowly intertwining, unwinding, from the predilections of hardships, digging into the granules, asking, asking, asking, question after question, but never certain if she wanted to hear the answer. If she wanted to know.
And then the dragon offered the eagle his meal, and her eyes widened, avian and confused – but taking it all the same.
When was the last time she’d tasted anything? Thank you, and she bowed her head, felt all the inclinations of a raptorial array over and over again – talons plucking, beak pulling apart, until there were things to relish in her mouth. A bird’s, and not truly her own, but enough of a sentiment for now. And while she picked it apart and wondered what it would feel like to do so to an enemy, to honor vengeance in the same decadence, the bond twisted and turned once more. Do you want to go home now? Was there more he wanted to see? Or had this been enough?
MABEL
