MABEL
An approach – and for half a moment Mabel thought to raise her hackles and show her fangs, ward off everything else that didn’t matter to her in life. Instinctual, after devastations, losses, fires, death, everything rampantly coming to her mind even if she hadn’t craved it. Perhaps these few seconds were ways her brain strived to reflect, and her soul, her heart, simply wasn’t ready for it.
She didn’t recognize this man at all. No one from the Grounds. That left too many other options, and a mulish frown settled over her features, rather than the display of teeth and ferocity. Mabel sought to ground herself, feet shifting over the grass, the petals, the soft undulations, bare, absent, and tired. “Evening,” was a slow grate, before shaking her head.
Do you think they heard you? she wanted to say – every inch a spiteful, serrated edge.
Does that make you feel better?
Does it really matter?
“Who are you?” echoed instead, when she finally raised her sharpened gaze.
She didn’t recognize this man at all. No one from the Grounds. That left too many other options, and a mulish frown settled over her features, rather than the display of teeth and ferocity. Mabel sought to ground herself, feet shifting over the grass, the petals, the soft undulations, bare, absent, and tired. “Evening,” was a slow grate, before shaking her head.
Do you think they heard you? she wanted to say – every inch a spiteful, serrated edge.
Does that make you feel better?
Does it really matter?
“Who are you?” echoed instead, when she finally raised her sharpened gaze.
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
