MABEL
Mabel cannot quite process how easily the assistance was accepted, and extended. She narrowed her eyes, very briefly in speculation, as if she were trying to see past a particular pitfall or trap, a snare lingering somewhere. Had she of seen herself wandering around, skulking about, promising vengeance on others, she wouldn’t have offered support. She probably would’ve gone the other way.
“I’d like to practice with knives.” Which was a dangerous, bizarre statement to make – and she even had a second one, lodged down and folded up in her pockets, handed out, hilt at the ready for him to take. “First blood?” A casual joke, made on a fanged smirk; considering she didn’t have any of the crimson lifeforce.
Why he needed her name was beyond her too – so she snorted, stepping back, placing her wares down by the lantern light. “Mabel.” Her mind went to all the angles, all the nuances, all the notions Aamu had instilled within her – eyes glancing carefully, pinpointing various locations, conspiring in plots of anatomy and movement – waiting the verdict.
“I’d like to practice with knives.” Which was a dangerous, bizarre statement to make – and she even had a second one, lodged down and folded up in her pockets, handed out, hilt at the ready for him to take. “First blood?” A casual joke, made on a fanged smirk; considering she didn’t have any of the crimson lifeforce.
Why he needed her name was beyond her too – so she snorted, stepping back, placing her wares down by the lantern light. “Mabel.” Her mind went to all the angles, all the nuances, all the notions Aamu had instilled within her – eyes glancing carefully, pinpointing various locations, conspiring in plots of anatomy and movement – waiting the verdict.
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
