All expectations make her heart feel numb
“Then how would describe them?” The semblance of her devilry at work, curled and coiled and contorted right along the depths of her growing smirk and snicker; to poke and prod and unfurl all of those renowned Old Gods. Who damned those they couldn’t be bothered with. Who strode around with purpose and precision and then let them all flounder and die. She fed into the darker murmurs, lifting her head again to face the feral fog, the white-lined abyss, the bones of fables and legends.
She hadn’t known their goddess to hate any of them – but perhaps it was misgivings he’d concocted and encountered after not hearing from her for so long. Her eyes segmented back to his, pondering, wondering, about all of this combined and misshapen; she didn’t think he was stupid. Just confused. Just like the whole rest of them for one reason or another. “And do you now? Do you need her?” Mabel thought she did; young and brash and wild, hungering for some purpose, for her rapt, driven, murderous ideals, for the journey thereafter – if they survived their next obstacle.
She hadn’t known their goddess to hate any of them – but perhaps it was misgivings he’d concocted and encountered after not hearing from her for so long. Her eyes segmented back to his, pondering, wondering, about all of this combined and misshapen; she didn’t think he was stupid. Just confused. Just like the whole rest of them for one reason or another. “And do you now? Do you need her?” Mabel thought she did; young and brash and wild, hungering for some purpose, for her rapt, driven, murderous ideals, for the journey thereafter – if they survived their next obstacle.
MABEL
