MABEL
No reaction to her voice, to her innermost thoughts; though she figured it’d been worth a try. No sentient pulse of creature to creature.
Brows furrowing, she continued to examine it, pondering over the nails, the wiles, the wings. Was it something to be inserted? Did it require her fluid to be released? Entirely uncertain, and incapable of receiving anything via her vocals, the youth maneuvered along the glass proportions. She slid it rapidly across one of her fingers, intending to cut or slice, to open a portion without the pain, without the anguish, to see if that had been a necessity all along.
Brows furrowing, she continued to examine it, pondering over the nails, the wiles, the wings. Was it something to be inserted? Did it require her fluid to be released? Entirely uncertain, and incapable of receiving anything via her vocals, the youth maneuvered along the glass proportions. She slid it rapidly across one of her fingers, intending to cut or slice, to open a portion without the pain, without the anguish, to see if that had been a necessity all along.
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
