MABEL
She slipped out along the dead of night, where the moon was crisp and clear against the autumn evening – eerie, enigmatic, a twist and turn of her own soul broadening over witching hours. Evelyn would’ve loved the hollowed atmosphere, and so Mabel rejoiced in it for her, taking apart the fleeting moments – eyes cast towards the lunar void, and then over the grass.
Unceasing, unrelenting. That’s what she wanted to be.
Eventually though, she slowed at a series of stone steps. Glancing around, she followed their haphazard trail with her gaze until it seemingly stopped in the middle of the air –
And displayed a vampire gourd on top – bellowing and howling at the world. As if it’d just been made king.
“Stupid git,” she muttered, and readied her daggers.
Unceasing, unrelenting. That’s what she wanted to be.
Eventually though, she slowed at a series of stone steps. Glancing around, she followed their haphazard trail with her gaze until it seemingly stopped in the middle of the air –
And displayed a vampire gourd on top – bellowing and howling at the world. As if it’d just been made king.
“Stupid git,” she muttered, and readied her daggers.
Let's go to war to make peace
Let's be cold to create heat
Let's be cold to create heat
