I was looking for a breath of life
another taste of divine rush
Her beloved doesn’t know just how much torture she endured at the hands of Nerissa. How often she pleaded to be let go, just so she could come back and bask in Straia’s smell. She doesn’t know what it’s like to feel your body catch on fire, to slowly melt and burn and twist into an unusable shape. She doesn’t know what it’s like to pass out from the pain. She doesn’t know. To live (somehow) through all that, only to come back and be laughed at? It would be enough to bring Shaytan to tears, if she were the crying type.
Shaytan cannot fault her. She does not, once darling passes her brown lips. And then they touch, and Shaytan could swear that her whole neck tingles now. Oh god. Her legs could turn into jelly and her eyes roll back if only Straia would say more… touch her more! She’s never felt lips so soft and gentle (she’s never felt a caress, period, but that’s beside the point) Alas, her Queen does not, and instead turns her attention to the bay girl, which makes Shaytan want to kick it when Straia isn’t looking. Stupid girl. Ruins everything.
She is a jealous mother. Would be a jealous lover, but who in their right mind would let her get that close?
The girl is lucky, for now. The Queen’s presence is her saving grace. Sayaa smiles shyly and nods her head in understanding, and takes a couple of steps away from Shaytan. She wants so very, very much to go with the new lady who says she will help her with anything. But then her stomach growls and she turns back to her mother, clearly bound by nature and not knowing any better. Spindly little legs carry her back to nurse and take full advantage of lady’s instructions, her black tail flicking as she begins to eat her fill for the first time in days.
Shaytan hates the feeling of suckling. It tickles. And is uncomfortable. Plus the girl always seems to be hungry. The pink mare clenches her jaw and seems to focus on Straia’s ear and feathered crown. She doesn’t know what it means, or what it could possibly signify. But oh, it is lovely. It makes her seem like a real Queen. “Tell me what you need. Give me something to do.”
Straia need only speak the words, and Shaytan would do it.
Whether or not she would succeed is another story.
Shaytan
so many lives
so many pairs of eyes