MABEL
The knife landed far better this time – straight into a vine – and the gourd cackled through its pain and onslaught by hanging from its reaches, still provoking, still goading, still being a little piece of shit. Mabel glared and it simply didn’t seem to care; perhaps one of the most arrogant beasts she’d ever seen. With a snort and sigh, she reached for another, inclining her head along briefly to Wessex.
“Could we get to the Grounds to look like this?” Or did it matter anymore? With so many of their kind occupying the Hollowed region? She didn’t know. In more hopeful days, before everything else crumbled into nothingness, the girl might’ve extended those wellwishes and thoughts into more than just notions.
Her eyes narrowed briefly, as the Wraith contemplated a tale Mabel suddenly would like very much to hear. Maybe Wessex knew that. Maybe the young Ascended was very prone to her indulgent, vengeful tactics. Maybe it didn’t matter. “Could you tell me?”
“Could we get to the Grounds to look like this?” Or did it matter anymore? With so many of their kind occupying the Hollowed region? She didn’t know. In more hopeful days, before everything else crumbled into nothingness, the girl might’ve extended those wellwishes and thoughts into more than just notions.
Her eyes narrowed briefly, as the Wraith contemplated a tale Mabel suddenly would like very much to hear. Maybe Wessex knew that. Maybe the young Ascended was very prone to her indulgent, vengeful tactics. Maybe it didn’t matter. “Could you tell me?”
Let's go to war to make peace
Let's be cold to create heat
Let's be cold to create heat
