All expectations make her heart feel numb
“Oh,” she uttered, stupidly, dimly, the reaction fading away the predaciousness, the cornered potentials, the thoughts of traps, snares, and other noxious blends of poisons. Fangs for fangs, brightened ones for brightened ones, and she was left to stand there with furrowed brows, arms limply hanging by her sides. “Congratulations,” she uttered instead, quiet, a light mumble, the uncertainty beginning to flare off of her in waves. Without a need to guard, defend, hiss, or rankle, her presence felt unfit for the void.
Except then she was invited further in, and her stare went to the patted, empty space. She certainly didn’t deserve that – couldn’t fathom why this individual, other than the semblances of brethren and kin – coiled the portions for her. There were more moments wrapped and quartered in hesitation, before the other offer, of ripping apart bad pages, settled into her scornful heart. “Okay.” She ambled forward, as if pretending to be dust and dirt and soot; unnoticed, until she settled there, hands going for one of the books. “I’m Mabel,” by way of partaking further into the mess.
Except then she was invited further in, and her stare went to the patted, empty space. She certainly didn’t deserve that – couldn’t fathom why this individual, other than the semblances of brethren and kin – coiled the portions for her. There were more moments wrapped and quartered in hesitation, before the other offer, of ripping apart bad pages, settled into her scornful heart. “Okay.” She ambled forward, as if pretending to be dust and dirt and soot; unnoticed, until she settled there, hands going for one of the books. “I’m Mabel,” by way of partaking further into the mess.
MABEL
