MABEL
That same lofty positioned maintained itself on her juvenile features; all the more implored into their seditious efforts by the weight of his question. Perhaps he didn’t know. Perhaps his head had been lodged along the snow in Halo, and he’d missed the abhorrence, the hatred, the wrath, and the contempt stirring again. Maybe because Mabel had been in the crossfire of LongNight, or listening to the meetings at hand, she’d been made aware of inklings outside these mournful gallows and honeysuckle flowers. “Haven’t you heard?” Quiet, but with a depth of eerie, enigmatic quandaries, as if she were the witch conjuring it all – when she too would be merely a pawn if she couldn’t get her act together. “War is coming.”
But his next inkling set her back some, so that the eldritch containments lost their edge with the weight of her brows furrowing in thought. It wasn’t something she’d considered; young, intrepid, emboldened, but applying strategy and notions only to where she saw fit. “I don’t have many friends,” she uttered, maybe more a whisper in the opulence; not certain she wanted this stranger to hear that. Aamu and Azrael were certainly companions, with Henry…somewhere, and she was uncertain about where other Ascended fell in the shape of it all.
Then again, Mabel had never really tried to find allies. On a tilt of her head, eyes lingering back up to survey the grounds, the petals softly stirred by the gentle evening breeze, she had to wonder out loud again. “Do you?” Did Outlanders find it easier? Joining together because they didn't know what they were doing a majority of the time?
But his next inkling set her back some, so that the eldritch containments lost their edge with the weight of her brows furrowing in thought. It wasn’t something she’d considered; young, intrepid, emboldened, but applying strategy and notions only to where she saw fit. “I don’t have many friends,” she uttered, maybe more a whisper in the opulence; not certain she wanted this stranger to hear that. Aamu and Azrael were certainly companions, with Henry…somewhere, and she was uncertain about where other Ascended fell in the shape of it all.
Then again, Mabel had never really tried to find allies. On a tilt of her head, eyes lingering back up to survey the grounds, the petals softly stirred by the gentle evening breeze, she had to wonder out loud again. “Do you?” Did Outlanders find it easier? Joining together because they didn't know what they were doing a majority of the time?
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
