there's fire in your blood
 | He comes to her and she does not shy away. When has she ever? She stands still as he touches her, as he tastes the blood on her neck, and she just blinks - moving her head to regard him back when he pulls away. Her eyes are not the dead, hollow things they had been after she tore out Sickle’s throat but they are not the blazing embers they normally are either. They can’t be, not with him. Not anymore. She meets his gaze through that whole long silence, waiting patiently for whatever he will say or do next because she does not have the energy to try to influence him one way or the other.
Is it now time for Malik, or was one of their children enough to get his point across?
Gale doesn’t answer her, and she shouldn’t be surprised. She should be grateful - because she had been intending to thank him if he gave her a chance.
She dutifully repeats what he says, because it’s true and it takes no effort to pretend. “I am yours.” And you are mine she thinks, and this sentiment is only fueled further by the image he shares of them together, but this feels too close to defiance to say out loud. So it just shines there in her orange eyes, this knowledge.
And with it the understanding she can do nothing about it.
Mazikeen takes a breath, and with it she inhales her exhaustion. It floods every piece of her. Not just from tonight, but the last few years. Each small and large tragedy weighing down on her. She is so tired, confused and afraid, each thought that tries to worm into her mind sears with pain.
So it is not hard to look into the smile that grows on his handsome face and see a way out despite the coldness of his voice. He had told her twice now that things would be easier if she did as she was told and she had not listened. So it is time to start, time to try obedience and not just feigning it whenever they are together. “Yes, I understand.”
She takes a step closer to him but hesitates. Not because she does not want to go closer but because he had moved away so perhaps he preferred the space.
Uncomfortable with her uncertainty over that one thing, she rouses herself enough to ask a question - the only one that really seems to matter at this moment. “What now?”
m a z i k e e n . |
@  Gale
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