curiosity killed the cat || scyla

[Scyla]

I'm an invisible monster, and I'm incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse. She can feel the wind in her feathers, and knew that the wings would not support her. She had tried it days earlier. There would nothing that could save her from the bashing of the waves or the sharp rocks beneath her. She takes a step forward if only to save herself. Despite the occasional dare-devil, risk-taking nature of Scyla--she was a survivor. She would survive this too at some point, but today was up in the air. Death wasn't looking that bad today. She knew what it would be, the peace, the silence, the end to aches and pains in her joints. To the sting of the salt water on her wounds. But she couldn't. Hadn't they promised each other that they would never leave each other>She put her wings down, her eyes still wide with the fear, but defeat coming through like a kicked dog or a tortured animal. Her wings fall flat against her sides, she doesn't bother to fold them against her. What would be the point? Scyla watches as Ellyse glides down. Ellyse had lost an eye at some point. The way she adoringly looked at Dahmer told her that she didn't know. Scyla felt her stomach turn, nausea sweeping over her in waves. She watches as her brother feigns innocence. As he pleads with her, and falls to his knees. A good play by a better actor. "No! NO!" A spark, a flicker of the warrior within it. Her eyes narrow at Ellyse and then fall back on her rapist. "Did she not please you enough this season? Did she deny you?" Accusing, and vicious, hatred on her tongue as the words spilled out. "I didn't think you were at the party...and then...and then..." She fractures, her voice shakes and she falls silent. After what felt like an eternity she squeals in frustration, in pain, and in fear. She half rears and tries again to make herself bigger, to keep them at bay. "I'm carrying your child, Dahmer! How could you after everything? After Dog-Face? After Mother?" Scyla thought she would feel better after confronting him, but there was still fear. Fear that she did not know her brother the way she thought she did. That he would lash out now that she spoke the truth in front of his beloved Ellyse. "Is that what your love is?" Defeat, her voice barely whispering it. Scyla was exhausted, and defeated without any further defenses left.

@[Dahmer] @[Ellyse]