MABEL
Weapons.
Mabel pretended like she hadn’t been doing the exact same thing, still draped haphazardly over her tome. She couldn’t even explain why now – it would make far more sense in the way he achieved it. Not for revenge. Not for justice. Just so they could all manage to survive this upcoming siege. Her eyes flickered away, jaw clenching, as they drifted down to the words on the page, to the inscription, images, and captions. “Have you found anything?” A quiet murmur, something that barely punctured the shadowy fixtures, or the lantern’s light.
When the inquiry was volleyed back her way, she lied. “About the gods.” And if it was too dark for him to see the pattern work of stilettos, of daggers made to stifle a man for eternity, then everything would be fine. “If the Voice had ever accomplished something like she did…” and he’d know. He was there. She, despite being a phantom, had remembered him and so many others, there to honor their loved ones, in tradition, in nuances, suddenly seeing them returned. “And if she could do it again.”
So, maybe it was only a partial fib.
For – what about Evelyn?
Mabel pretended like she hadn’t been doing the exact same thing, still draped haphazardly over her tome. She couldn’t even explain why now – it would make far more sense in the way he achieved it. Not for revenge. Not for justice. Just so they could all manage to survive this upcoming siege. Her eyes flickered away, jaw clenching, as they drifted down to the words on the page, to the inscription, images, and captions. “Have you found anything?” A quiet murmur, something that barely punctured the shadowy fixtures, or the lantern’s light.
When the inquiry was volleyed back her way, she lied. “About the gods.” And if it was too dark for him to see the pattern work of stilettos, of daggers made to stifle a man for eternity, then everything would be fine. “If the Voice had ever accomplished something like she did…” and he’d know. He was there. She, despite being a phantom, had remembered him and so many others, there to honor their loved ones, in tradition, in nuances, suddenly seeing them returned. “And if she could do it again.”
So, maybe it was only a partial fib.
For – what about Evelyn?
If you dig under my feet
You will find things that you don't want to see
You will find things that you don't want to see
