All expectations make her heart feel numb
Who was a defining impact; and she might’ve growled, might’ve howled, alongside the sudden influx of Ophelia, but some amount of civility within a library, ripping up parchment after parchment, kept her tethered to the coil. “A tall, dark-haired man in the Temple.” Which could fit a multitude, but she’d find them, him, from the depths of desecration and ensure he never saw the light of day again. Maybe not even enjoy the sanctity of Mort’s Realm. He didn’t deserve it. To cut and slash and rip and tear. To break everything apart, cycle by cycle, moment by moment.
“That’s all I know,” and she shrugged, even if it was deeper, far more meaningful thing to have the information at all. A way into the known, breaching past constant confusion; something to latch on. “But they deserve to be destroyed,” she whispered. “They all do.”
They encompassing so many things, a broad spectrum of villainy and hatred.
“That’s all I know,” and she shrugged, even if it was deeper, far more meaningful thing to have the information at all. A way into the known, breaching past constant confusion; something to latch on. “But they deserve to be destroyed,” she whispered. “They all do.”
They encompassing so many things, a broad spectrum of villainy and hatred.
MABEL
