All expectations make her heart feel numb
Naught yet – no herald of the past save for the space in between, the ghosts and ridges of the world before them, and her voice was muted, quiet, a shrug to her shoulders to loosen up the stark space in between her bones and ichor. “Remembering,” she offered at first – that was why she was out here, amidst the wraiths, phantoms, and fog. Recalling her sister. Recalling her twin. Recalling one of her many siblings, before they all succumbed in one way or another. “What are you doing out here?” An insight for an insight, an inquiry for an inquiry. Just not the ones either of them had settled in their minds.
Her eyes narrowed again at the other question. Was she all right? Transitioning from dead to alive, from eldritch abomination to something less feral, more human again, learning Evelyn had been murdered, and that they were gearing up for warfare against beings that could’ve been like themselves. So she shook her head. “No.” The slate of her glance focused on the bridge enamel and outlines thereafter, a solemn promise and conviction marbled through her throat. “But I will be.” Sooner or later, she’d get what she craved and wanted.
Her eyes narrowed again at the other question. Was she all right? Transitioning from dead to alive, from eldritch abomination to something less feral, more human again, learning Evelyn had been murdered, and that they were gearing up for warfare against beings that could’ve been like themselves. So she shook her head. “No.” The slate of her glance focused on the bridge enamel and outlines thereafter, a solemn promise and conviction marbled through her throat. “But I will be.” Sooner or later, she’d get what she craved and wanted.
MABEL
