07-21-2018, 01:19 AM
the second time, you moan gospel around his fingers between your teeth.
Fear is, in short, the one emotion that rules her life for as long as she cares to remember. Virgo was terrified that she wouldn’t be a fit mother for her son and so she set him free to become his own person. That was the greatest failure in her life and she tucks the memory deep within her bones where she doesn’t have to think of it anymore. Wishbone’s answer brings her back to the present and she watches the queen as she replies. There is a faint smile on the queen’s face but she decides not to pry into her personal life just yet.
Her question, though, makes Virgo throw her head back as laughter fills her lungs for the first time in a long while. Eerie and Anarchist were the furthest things from mothers and yet they fulfilled the role better than the barbed girl ever did. But what could she possibly call them? Partner or lover seemed too soft for what they were but they were far from enemies. If she knew a word to describe obsession and violence then she would surely choose that title above all others. For her, there is no love without bloodshed and agony. She shakes her head no before looking back to Wishbone.
“No, Eerie was my... lover, I suppose you could say,” she answers with another short chuckle at the thought. “As was Anarchist. It’s a bit complicated, really.” Her cheeks grow warm with the confession and her gaze becomes focused on the line that marks the edge of the cliffs. No one had known of their relationship prior to this moment and she had never planned to share even the slightest detail. Still, an honest question deserves an honest answer, she supposes. Virgo avoids the queen’s eyes for a while and wonders if she could ever explain how the queens shared a body with one another back then. Magic created a messy history for the gray girl and she has never really thought of just how strange her tale is until now. It might make her head dizzy if she tried to chart out the path her life has taken to reach her arrival here in Nerine.
“What about you, Wishbone? Have you taken a consort of your own?” she asks with a brief glance in the other’s direction. The barbed girl preferred to keep her secrets safe and so she’s quick to change the subject to more comfortable topics, for her at least. She has noticed that Wishbone lacks any signs of pregnancy and she wonders if they might share the same flaws or if it’s a matter of choice for the young queen. Truth be told, carrying Pantheon had been one of the happiest times in her life. His little kicks and stretches within her womb were constant reminders that she was not alone so long as he was growing within her.
Virgo
you will ruin him and he will thank you; he will say please.
you will ruin him and he will thank you; he will say please.