All expectations make her heart feel numb
She didn’t miss the vindictiveness in the others’ eyes; sometimes she spawned the very same nuances. They’d just been lost in the annals and angles of time and moments – where she’d flickered around in her eldritch sorrow. Away from the gaze, she dropped her eyes back to the books, set her fingers over another portion of paper, slowly inching her digits over the brim, and then listening to the ripping decibels as it echoed over the halls. Slowly, carefully, painstakingly, it curled away from its predecessor, doomed and damned to be read no more.
And while she enigmatically tore things apart, Mabel listened – to weaknesses of humans, to the frailties of man, to the way the world shifted, changed, and how some refused to bend and sway with it. She smiled then, at Ophelia’s blatant, future essays, how the pen could be mightier than the sword within those moments, spelling and spilling out the sins and the virtues one by one. Superiority amongst the calloused wakes, amidst those who would bend their knees and bow their heads for Old Gods – heralds and deities who did nothing for them. No matter how laced and interwoven their faith. No matter their blinding outcomes. So stupid. Her family had been so god damned stupid.
Then she and Evelyn had been left – until there was one, and then one again.
As for what she’d write? If only she could muster eloquence for pages upon pages. Her smile lingered a little, even as she stared at stone and marble and desecrated notes. “About the power we have, above all others.” Reigning supreme – the gifted, the talented, the ones not savored but surely the most satisfied. “That we will always be the better ones, no matter how hard they fight.”
And while she enigmatically tore things apart, Mabel listened – to weaknesses of humans, to the frailties of man, to the way the world shifted, changed, and how some refused to bend and sway with it. She smiled then, at Ophelia’s blatant, future essays, how the pen could be mightier than the sword within those moments, spelling and spilling out the sins and the virtues one by one. Superiority amongst the calloused wakes, amidst those who would bend their knees and bow their heads for Old Gods – heralds and deities who did nothing for them. No matter how laced and interwoven their faith. No matter their blinding outcomes. So stupid. Her family had been so god damned stupid.
Then she and Evelyn had been left – until there was one, and then one again.
As for what she’d write? If only she could muster eloquence for pages upon pages. Her smile lingered a little, even as she stared at stone and marble and desecrated notes. “About the power we have, above all others.” Reigning supreme – the gifted, the talented, the ones not savored but surely the most satisfied. “That we will always be the better ones, no matter how hard they fight.”
MABEL
