MABEL
Mabel offered a wayward, indifferent shrug, a light huff to her movements and motions, as if the thoughts were beneath her. Perhaps the Voice had been tired of those she’d brought forward going in the opposite direction, curling and coiling their way under the Old Gods’ noses. Maybe her experiments simply hadn’t been worth it after everything else. Mabel had no fight in those inquiries; her questions for the Voice applied to her own capabilities, and she remained wholly indifferent to everyone else’s.
She scooted forward again though, an elbow resting on her knee, placing her chin in her open palm; all the for the mourning world like an indulgent queen, on the precipice of listening to a jester. Her brows furrowed and there was another frown there at the hints of pup, but she didn’t say anything about it.
She was young, and she had all the time in the world.
Her own answer came swiftly enough. “Revenge.”
She scooted forward again though, an elbow resting on her knee, placing her chin in her open palm; all the for the mourning world like an indulgent queen, on the precipice of listening to a jester. Her brows furrowed and there was another frown there at the hints of pup, but she didn’t say anything about it.
She was young, and she had all the time in the world.
Her own answer came swiftly enough. “Revenge.”
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
