Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
The words are sweet, slipping from Mazikeen’s mouth without hesitation. They send a shiver down his spine and he closes his eyes to bask in the sensation for a long moment. He is smiling, and opens his eyes to meet her dim-not-dead orange gaze.
It is not quite the expression he wants, but it will do for now. She is weary, after all, something he needs no Power to recognize in the white mare. Perhaps when she has rested the spark will return. For now he will take advantage of her compliance, will press at her weak spots and find just how far he might split her open.
She takes a step closer, and he takes another back.
He’s smiling, taunting, knowing that she is confused and enjoying the way it plays across her face. “Come here,” he says when she asks ‘What now?’, and turns to draw her away from the shoreline and the glowing entities, back into the shadows of the trees.
When they are away from prying eyes, from any who might interfere, Gale tells her his plans. Sow chaos, discord, and fear. Topple leaders from their thrones, kill those who resist. Bring terror back to the Common Lands, draw out the last of the Monsters and set them free.
He speaks of murder as he kisses her cheek, of war as he tastes the curve of her hip. The atrocities excite him, and he grows more fervent in his attentions. She is his, and he will have her beside him through it all. She will see with her own eyes what he paints for her now.
Does it thrill her too? It will, he thinks, it will in time. She will burn as he does, as the world will.
With his magic, he reaches inside her, and plucks out a single emotion. It is something positive, something that burns the shadows that draw it out, but something that he tosses out into the darkness and shatters.
Mazikeen doesn’t need that, whatever it had been. She doesn’t need the second one he destroys, or the third either. He’d felt his powers growing even as he used them, and he flexes them now, sending lightning dancing across his skin, and against hers where they touch.
She is broken, and he plays with the pieces, contemplating the myriad of ways he might put her back together to best suit him, tossing the parts that do not fit.
@Mazikeen
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Gale
