Filthy Mess

Peace? Happiness? Love without pain? Pathetic. ”Peace is temporary. Happiness is fleeting. Love is pain, if it is real.” she said dryly, continuing to send small sparks of lightning at the memory mud to send it off towards the Outskirts. That he thought anything otherwise was delusional. There would always be war and strife. Sadness and anger were what made happiness exist in the first place. And love? No love was a fairytale. It was hard earned and easily lost. But as he went on about their family, her lips pursed into a frown, the bolts of lightning she shot from her fingers growing in intensity. ”Different. We can be different. Why? Because you think we were bad? Evil? Deranged?” she said, pinning him with a hardened look as she spoke the sorts of things she was all too used to hearing. ”All you ever do is criticize who we are and how we are and yet seem perpetually confused as to why that might make me angry.” she said in a low tone. Insults flew from his lips with such ease they must have been greased. A cold, short laugh escaped her lips as she slowly shook her head. ”You think you are the only one who is not going back to how things were? Because you’ve gone soft? No. I am not going back either, by doing everything in my power to make sure my family is never enslaved again.” she said darkly. But at his last statement, her eyes narrowed as she looked over at him. ”Do not lie to me. You have never wanted to be part of this family and ran the second you could. Because clearly you are the only one who has suffered.” she hissed. zariah If my strength intimidates you, I hope you realize that is a weakness of yours.