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Spread my spirit like flock of crows // Obscene, Any - Sabra - 04-19-2021 "We're your parents particularly unhappy at your birth? You give you such a name... Tsk."I shook my head, eyes sad and sympathetic as we go. Obscene. He is, I think, a self fulfilling prophecy in that regard. There's a buzz of nearly tangible dissatisfaction about him. The rage of directionless youth. He deserves better, certainly. My tongue slicks my teeth, looking as the trees that dot the landscape grow more twisted and forbidding as we travel. There is something about Sylva that attracts the dark. While the woods have yet to recover from the time of deprivation, this is all the more clear. Sickly, is the word. Or perhaps wan. The normally vivid vegetation is washed out where it still clings patchy to the limbs, murky brown where it rots beneath our feet. Not pretty. Not nice. But home, regardless. "Now tell me," I began, sweet as honey. "What is it you're looking for. Really looking for. Anarchy, violence, control, I can offer you these things. Commit your acts in my name and I will see to it that you are protected. But-" I paused my gait, turning the flat glass of my gaze on him. "This is only so long as you can be loyal, and do not harm others under my protection without good reason." I have no qualms when it comes to disciplining my own. The merest hint of suggestion coats my tongue. I want his honesty. How else can I offer what he wants? @[Obscene] RE: Spread my spirit like flock of crows // Obscene, Any - Obscene - 04-19-2021 Kiss me again
There’s still a buzzing in his ears, a fog in his head. The sounds around them are starting to become clearer but her voice still remains the center of focus. He snorts in mock amusement at her first question as he responds thickly, wondering why his tongue feels too big for his mouth. “The opposite actually. They just weren’t around much growing up.” His words are honest and he wonders why he’s being so candid. It’s not something he openly admits or talks about. Shaking his head to clear his mind, to make him feel more in control of himself. Obscene @[Sabra] RE: Spread my spirit like flock of crows // Obscene, Any - Sabra - 05-03-2021 I tsk again, a sad sound to fit the sad words. It feels right on my tongue. Sharp and clean and correct. A good sound. "Time is-" I proclaim with utmost certainty, "the best gift a mother can give her child." Yes. The best. Until other things get in the way. Life, love, trauma and disaster. Any number of things. My trees are drab, it's true, but I am confident that their fiery plumage will return. We will destroy the decaying, the dying, in favor of the new. It will make us stronger, in the end. "You're a handsome thing, you know. It would be a pity to waste such a face on the emptiness of the meadow. It's so much easier to make others listen when you're beautiful," I muse aloud, my thoughts threatening an ungrounded tangent. I want to touch his face, his neck, to feel the hot blood rushing beneath his skin. However, I refrain. My own skin is perpetually cold, a side effect of long term blood loss. It is unpleasant to me, I can't imagine it would do anything for anyone else, either. My smile returns at his question, giddy as a girl in spring when he delves into my prompting. "Oh darling, I assure you I don't care. Rape, pillage, do something heroic: it's all the same in the end. All I ask is that you don't be boring." A pause weighs on my tongue as I seek out his burning eyes once more."Boredom is something I simply don't abide with." There's no latent magic lying in wait this time. Only the gleam of danger others would perhaps describe to him later. Making my own entertainment tends to be a messy business. My face twitches at his declaring one talent. Cruelty, what a perverse thing to claim! One delicate brow raises intrigued, lips pursed and contemplative. "We'll see how true that is." I promise, anticipation rising in my chest. @[Obscene] RE: Spread my spirit like flock of crows // Obscene, Any - Obscene - 05-03-2021 Kiss me again
He can’t remember the last time he had been mothered and Sabra does so in a weird twisted way. Maybe it’s the lingering effects from her magic but he finds himself nodding slightly as she speaks, finds himself agreeing with her. He was a handsome thing, mortal and ordinary in every other way, but at least he had his looks. That was a waste wasn’t it? He should at least be appreciated for the little worth he had. Obscene @[Sabra] RE: Spread my spirit like flock of crows // Obscene, Any - Sabra - 05-03-2021 The branches clatter like bones overhead, casting their lacy shadows on our backs as we go. The path underfoot is an old one, here long before me, and I'm certain it will be here long after I've moved on. It survived the neglect of the dark. Only slightly overgrown, it still marked a broad swath through the trees, the safest way to travel in my woods. For all its dark history, it is the safest place I've ever known. The closest thing to home I've made for myself, when the longing gets intense. Not the parched desert of my earliest youth, or the topical island I occupied for a time, no it was these haunted trees that had captured me. For now, anyway. Some day I'm sure I'll grow sick of them. I nod in pleasant agreement with his statement, eyes hooded. "And what would you know about death?" I ask, question mild on the surface. Beneath it hangs brittle resentment. Oh yes, it's easy to make comparisons when you have never died. Have never been ripped back from the beyond and had your soul clumsily reattached to a body tired of holding it. So very many things are worse than death. My smile has gone wintry, but it remains in place. Practiced pleasantness that stutters on his next words. Only for a delighted crow to fly from my lips. "Vicious boy! As a matter of fact, yes. I have a daughter younger than this old splinter, though her father did end up ghosting on me." I giggle at the private joke, eyes rolling. "And what about you?" I prod with a conspiratorial tone, hip swinging into his playfully. "Young and handsome, I'm sure you have your share of lovers in the wings. Or have you driven them all off with that charming demeanor of yours?" My smile is darkly amused by now, and my mind thoroughly engrossed in the tale of Obscene. @[Obscene] RE: Spread my spirit like flock of crows // Obscene, Any - Obscene - 05-03-2021 Kiss me again
He had never died. But he would. There’s no magic to tether him here, nothing to keep him alive forever. He would be bleached bones and rotting flesh, worms in his skull and carrion for vultures. That was his mortal destiny. That was all he had to look forward to. “Don’t all mortals think of death? I can’t escape my mortality and my life will be short compared to most in this world. That’s all I need to know.” He gives a small shrug although the muscles in his jaw seem to tighten. Since when did he have such a loose tongue? Obscene @[Sabra] RE: Spread my spirit like flock of crows // Obscene, Any - Sabra - 05-17-2021 I simply smile at his naivety, grinning like a shark as envy swarms up my throat. He will die, and he will not return, and the little idiot has no idea what a blessing that will be. I could show him, perhaps. But no, a voice chides, I've only just got him here. No point in scaring him off so soon. Not when we're just getting to know each other. So I stand there, rubbing my muzzle absently against the spear in question. The shaft is as hard and lodged as ever. I'm not surprised, not really. There's stronger magic than rot rest resistance built into the damn thing. "She does not, fortunately," I say at last. "She is defective enough as it is." There's no kindness when I speak of my offspring. Not anymore. She is the one who's stayed by me the longest. Compensation, I suppose, for her being the least my children. I don't really care about this coarse boy's love life. To keep him talking is the key. I gather innocuous bits and innocent crumbs and stitch them together into something useful. "Are you sure you're not the boring and predictable one?" I ask, my tone teasing but not quite mocking. He is a youthful male. They are all predictable. Too much impulse, not enough sense to temper it with. I have no doubt that this fire-eyed boy will be much of the same. There is only hope that age will mold him into something greater than the sum of his parts. Something interesting. @[Obscene] RE: Spread my spirit like flock of crows // Obscene, Any - Obscene - 05-18-2021 Kiss me again
The coldness of her tone as she speaks of her child is not lost on him. It stirs a deep part of himself and his own gaze hardens with disgust, an emotion he feels reverberate in every sinewy muscle and every shard of bone. He does not want to talk about lost parents and unloved children with this mare. There were levels of cruelty that even he would not stoop too, even if every word he spoke implied otherwise. Obscene @[Sabra] RE: Spread my spirit like flock of crows // Obscene, Any - Sabra - 05-24-2021 The look of disgust doesn't miss me. I can tell I've hit a nerve, and I make note of it. For now, I only pout coyly. There's no love in my heart. Not for my children, for my home, for anything. Not anymore. There is only possession, only control. It is only a lack of that that concerns me anymore. Which is why I let the subvertion go. He may not like me. Very few do. But I think he might be useful still, and not worth driving away. My tongue rides on my teeth feeling every ridge and crevice as I pause. Feel the age-smoothed wood on my lips as I have many times before. A flicker of something dark comes to life in the depths of my gaze, falling on him. "Try it," I suggest, feather soft and thin as razor wire. "Pull it out of my heart. Strong boy like you. I'm sure it'll be no trouble at all," a smile as warm as the new born sun makes my face break into infinite rainbows. What will happen if he tried? I'm not sure. Only one soul has ever offered to attempt it, and even he backed out in the end. I step to face him, the tip of the weathered staff grazing the hair of his chest. Provocative, inviting. All he needs to is bow his head and grasp it. @[Obscene] RE: Spread my spirit like flock of crows // Obscene, Any - Obscene - 05-28-2021 Kiss me again
She’s baiting him, he knows that, as she steps before him and offers the wood in her chest as if it’s a delicacy waiting to be sampled. The tip of it grazes against his own chest and he doesn’t bother to hide the open disgust that’s rampant on his face. He has no desire to tempt fate, not like this. “I’m good.” He responds flatly, refusing to make eye contact with her and not wanting to look at the spear gripped in her flesh any longer. His gaze moves past her shoulder instead, pointedly. “I was simply curious if you had ever tried.” Obscene @[Sabra] I'm cool with wrapping this since so much has happened now haha |