MABEL
The little object returned to her outstretched hand and she pocketed it, a little furtive, a little secretive, as Nikolai muttered and grumbled near here. “I don’t know,” she answered simply, in her usual, residual flattened tone, seemingly unbothered. Behind those eyes though were some series of speculations. Maybe they’d spread themselves out just as much as the humans, away and out of the barrier, capable of amassing and playing the world with vines and fangs.
She lifted her brows when there was no reason to keep them around; nothing to savor, nothing meant to embody anything fanciful. The younger Ascended could find simply delight in destruction though, showcased in the sudden swing of her sinister, eldritch smile. “Sure.” Her feet went to them first, manifesting a series of kicks, and then occasionally crouching downward, fast and swift, to dig her dagger deep into their rinds.
She lifted her brows when there was no reason to keep them around; nothing to savor, nothing meant to embody anything fanciful. The younger Ascended could find simply delight in destruction though, showcased in the sudden swing of her sinister, eldritch smile. “Sure.” Her feet went to them first, manifesting a series of kicks, and then occasionally crouching downward, fast and swift, to dig her dagger deep into their rinds.
If you dig under my feet
You will find things that you don't want to see
You will find things that you don't want to see
