Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
Mabel didn’t know what to say or consider at Samuel’s propensity for patience. “Maybe I will try again soon then,” came on a quiet sort of response, as if giving in – uncertain about what she’d proclaim to the Voice other than her loud quest for vengeance, or her desire for power. Perhaps that’d be enough. Perhaps it would be something for anyone to clench their fists and fingers around.
Her flinty eyes, narrowed in their demonic, eldritch beacons, shifted back over to Sam. Mabel couldn’t imagine not fighting, but she couldn’t fathom her capacities in the ways he’d thought and mulled over in participating. She just knew she wasn’t ready. “We’ll need those too,” she muffled around her knees, the anger dissipating and gone, sinking back into her veins, in between fluid and bone and nothing at all. “Do you know how to fight?” Pondering, wondering, just what the older Ascended would even have up his sleeve.
Her flinty eyes, narrowed in their demonic, eldritch beacons, shifted back over to Sam. Mabel couldn’t imagine not fighting, but she couldn’t fathom her capacities in the ways he’d thought and mulled over in participating. She just knew she wasn’t ready. “We’ll need those too,” she muffled around her knees, the anger dissipating and gone, sinking back into her veins, in between fluid and bone and nothing at all. “Do you know how to fight?” Pondering, wondering, just what the older Ascended would even have up his sleeve.
MABEL
