Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
Patience was probably not one of Mabel’s virtues (and they were slim as it was). “Years?” Years. It echoed and burned in the back of her mind. She, nor any of them, didn’t have time for years upon years to not be answered. To not drive their onslaughts and wits, needing some measure of guidance for the long haul ahead. The notions nearly made her fumble and stumble along, had she been walking, instead of sitting. She pulled her knees more into her then, curled into a ball, staring back over at the stones, then the flames. Bristled inwardly, with the slightest clench of her jaw, at the Old God insinuation. “They never listened to my parents.” And then everyone fucking died anyway.
She didn’t pick up on Samuel’s hesitation; because she wasn’t gentle. Wasn’t nice. Craved far more blood and savagery; too much anger coiled into a willowy frame. The way he strived to summon something else, an easier, more compassionate accord, at least permitted her to release some form of her malice, though the tightness in her teeth remained. Were they innocent? Another blunt inquiry filled her soul, and she shattered it across the rocks and ruins with little misgiving. “Are you going to fight?”
She didn’t pick up on Samuel’s hesitation; because she wasn’t gentle. Wasn’t nice. Craved far more blood and savagery; too much anger coiled into a willowy frame. The way he strived to summon something else, an easier, more compassionate accord, at least permitted her to release some form of her malice, though the tightness in her teeth remained. Were they innocent? Another blunt inquiry filled her soul, and she shattered it across the rocks and ruins with little misgiving. “Are you going to fight?”
MABEL
