MABEL
She couldn’t make sense of it either – tried, her tongue grasping at questions and her hands grasping at tendrils – though nothing seemed to conspire or unravel between the two of them. She’d been gone, dead, perished, before the name of the Order had been brought up. Before the reality of their ancient ways began to court into the void once more. Her head hung, eyes once more to the floor, face scrunched into either a scowl or frown; the point didn’t matter. “I don’t know,” she echoed. They’d likely learn more in the coming days, as reality intertwined over the fog and mist, over the haze and shrouds, lifting the veils from their renewed lives. This was just the beginning.
Of what, she couldn’t, wouldn’t know.
The uncertainty was the only thing to truly prevail – provocations ranging from either side. So she was left to muddle around in the dark too, and together they were just thrown back into the abyss. She didn’t know how to get out.
Not without claws and fangs.
“Sorry,” she whispered back into the footholds. For a lot of things – but she didn’t give them a name. Instead, Mabel rose, the trembling subsided. “I think I’ll…just try to sponge off.” And call it good – fumbling her way back towards the bathroom, retrieving some other container from one of the cabinets.
Of what, she couldn’t, wouldn’t know.
The uncertainty was the only thing to truly prevail – provocations ranging from either side. So she was left to muddle around in the dark too, and together they were just thrown back into the abyss. She didn’t know how to get out.
Not without claws and fangs.
“Sorry,” she whispered back into the footholds. For a lot of things – but she didn’t give them a name. Instead, Mabel rose, the trembling subsided. “I think I’ll…just try to sponge off.” And call it good – fumbling her way back towards the bathroom, retrieving some other container from one of the cabinets.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
