there's fire in your blood
 | Mazikeen snarls at the golden panther that reaches for her, the pain from the wounds on her head blissful and blinding in the way it empties everything else from her mind. Until there is no other panther for her eyes to focus on anymore, until Firion is without form - coating her like liquid. It stuns her for a blink - this is not something she has faced before but she does not feel the same intrigue and excitement at the new. And then Mazikeen snarls, renewing her attack - trying to pry him away. But no matter how she twists, how she bends and flexes her bones to enable a greater reach, the golden shadow remains tight against her.
He clings to her, heals her, and she winces at his words as if the soft whisper of them is a fire-hot brand against her skin. Her attack turns into a wild frenzy for a few more seconds before it stops. Before she stands still, her breaths coming in gasps and her heart hammering in her chest as it races with her lungs to see which will explode first. Her eyes are wide, rimmed with white where they are nestled amongst gold.
Amongst him.
Some part of her recognizes the intimacy of this and of him inserting himself into her mind. But she cannot focus enough to even contemplate twisting this situation around, to try to find her footing and use it against him. Mazikeen had thought that fear had been one of those things torn out of her, but if not fear then what is it? Rising up inside of her in response to this steadfastness from him that she cannot reconcile with every poisonous thought she’s made herself think over the years so she could shield herself from what she had wanted from him.
She hates that she knows how much she would have found comfort in those words. How desperate she had been for any comfort at all.
This path of her thoughts builds the rage again and the scream that rips out of her is otherworldly. Like when she had she had attacked him the last time he had gotten close, she flashes between forms. This time, she moves so fast she can’t even name the shapes she takes before they are gone.
When there is finally one with wings, she takes off. Without even thinking or checking to see if he still clings to her.
Mazikeen does not have hope anymore but she hopes she leaves him behind.
She does not run from anything but she will run from him today. Like if she just moves fast enough she can escape that sliver of the sun he's left in the back of her mind.
m a z i k e e n . |
@ firion
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