Gale
06-28-2021, 02:20 PM
Thank you?
Gale, poised for an attack, stares in bewilderment. He had killed her (for the second time), ripped their unborn child from her womb, and left behind pieces of its body to taunt her. He had expected rage and fury at this encounter.
Had wanted it even. Wanted to see her burning eyes, wanted to bask in the flame and fire that he has never been able to separate from Mazikeen in his mind.
But she is cold ash now, spent and insubstantial. Her fire has burnt away, and there are not even embers remaining in her eyes.
She is broken.
The Curse has broken her, as it has tried to do for years.
Why then, is Gale not pleased? Why is there disappointment and frustration where there should be pleasure? Her clever mind has plagued him for this entire lifetime, and yet its absence does not feel like relief. Mazikeen the obstacle has been destroyed just as he’d wanted, but the rubble left behind is full only of dust and dissatisfaction.
“I liked you better with fire.” He says when she turns away to graze. He leans out, curious, and she does not flinch away from his touch in her shoulder, but nor does she look back.
So he gives her fire back, watching the way it runs along her spine, the way it flickers in the fissures of her pale coat. It is an imitation though, one that only makes the truth of the matter more clear.
He wants Mazikeen, but this is not Mazikeen anymore.
So he gives her more fire. He presses it into her, working magic he doesn’t understand. He wants her to burn again, wants her to burn so hot he might feel it against his own skin. He fills her with something he doesn’t quite understand, but it comes from within him, from the place that catches fire in her presence, from the heart that he does not have.
Gale, poised for an attack, stares in bewilderment. He had killed her (for the second time), ripped their unborn child from her womb, and left behind pieces of its body to taunt her. He had expected rage and fury at this encounter.
Had wanted it even. Wanted to see her burning eyes, wanted to bask in the flame and fire that he has never been able to separate from Mazikeen in his mind.
But she is cold ash now, spent and insubstantial. Her fire has burnt away, and there are not even embers remaining in her eyes.
She is broken.
The Curse has broken her, as it has tried to do for years.
Why then, is Gale not pleased? Why is there disappointment and frustration where there should be pleasure? Her clever mind has plagued him for this entire lifetime, and yet its absence does not feel like relief. Mazikeen the obstacle has been destroyed just as he’d wanted, but the rubble left behind is full only of dust and dissatisfaction.
“I liked you better with fire.” He says when she turns away to graze. He leans out, curious, and she does not flinch away from his touch in her shoulder, but nor does she look back.
So he gives her fire back, watching the way it runs along her spine, the way it flickers in the fissures of her pale coat. It is an imitation though, one that only makes the truth of the matter more clear.
He wants Mazikeen, but this is not Mazikeen anymore.
So he gives her more fire. He presses it into her, working magic he doesn’t understand. He wants her to burn again, wants her to burn so hot he might feel it against his own skin. He fills her with something he doesn’t quite understand, but it comes from within him, from the place that catches fire in her presence, from the heart that he does not have.