MABEL
Evelyn was probably the most optimistic of the duo, the one capable of seeing the good, instead of the dread, the ominous clarity, in Mabel’s countenance. She was pulled along by her, dragged across the boundaries, and into dangerous, treacherous Fae territory, with the moss and brush beneath her feet.
Attempting to let the weight of dread subside, attention dissipating from flickering lights, to the presence of Frey (struggling to hold, to reign in a hiss from somewhere in her throat), Evelyn directed them towards Bastien and Azrael, welcome sights in the otherwise confusing, muddling graces. Amidst dancing, floating flower petals, they were alive and well and whole, and Mabel reached out her hand towards Azrael too, so they might all join together in some silly charade or dance.
To think of better days, better moments, other than the restlessness lurking underneath.
Attempting to let the weight of dread subside, attention dissipating from flickering lights, to the presence of Frey (struggling to hold, to reign in a hiss from somewhere in her throat), Evelyn directed them towards Bastien and Azrael, welcome sights in the otherwise confusing, muddling graces. Amidst dancing, floating flower petals, they were alive and well and whole, and Mabel reached out her hand towards Azrael too, so they might all join together in some silly charade or dance.
To think of better days, better moments, other than the restlessness lurking underneath.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
