09-14-2021, 07:55 PM
When they first met, Obscene took the time to carve out special insults for Cheri. He used to sling words like Princess and Monster at her with such strange conviction, as if he were mixing the two up on purpose. In his version of life the princess was always worse and the monster simply misunderstood. He made it sound like Cheri had it all wrong. He could argue so viciously with her that Cheri questioned her entire existence, thinking it’d been wasted on frivolous things; and that pissed her off. The thought that he could be absolutely right infuriated her.
They were so different, after all. He didn’t have loved ones to watch over him, or parents to guide him safely along the path of life. How could he possibly know right from wrong, or good from evil? In comparison Cheri had everything she could’ve ever wanted and more, but after it all she was still lacking - and she hadn’t been aware of her emptiness until he came along.
It took losing that same family for some understanding to kick in. As time rolled on and separated Cheri from the one’s she loved, Obscene’s visions of a life flipped on its head began to seem clearer and clearer to the young Queen. Nothing was ever straightforward like it seemed, Sickle’s current situation included.
Still. Cheri felt like she had every reason to be mad at him for getting so caught up in everything. She hadn’t exactly planned on going full-on godmode, but by now Ob should be used to her fiery outbursts. This was kind of their ‘thing’: the soft starts leading to fast finishes kind of ride. What was unexpected was the quietness following her power drain. If she wasn’t currently trying to keep her skull from exploding, Cheri might’ve opened her eyes and taken a look.
Surprisingly, she didn’t have to. He pressed his cool lips to her forehead and slowly, the ache siphoned its way out of her system. From a fracture, to a jab, and then an ache - the Fae Prince magically absorbed her pain and embraced her. Confused, Cheri tightened her mouth. He didn’t have to do this; he could’ve just as easily walked away and left her to deal with the aftermath on her own.
“What’s your plan?” She asked. It was easier to talk about impending doom than to focus on how pleasant his healing felt. “Your first time being healed by another, too,” she realized bashfully. That was no good. “When Gale and Mazikeen come looking,” because it wasn’t a matter of ‘if’, “they’ll raze these lands to ash.”
They were so different, after all. He didn’t have loved ones to watch over him, or parents to guide him safely along the path of life. How could he possibly know right from wrong, or good from evil? In comparison Cheri had everything she could’ve ever wanted and more, but after it all she was still lacking - and she hadn’t been aware of her emptiness until he came along.
It took losing that same family for some understanding to kick in. As time rolled on and separated Cheri from the one’s she loved, Obscene’s visions of a life flipped on its head began to seem clearer and clearer to the young Queen. Nothing was ever straightforward like it seemed, Sickle’s current situation included.
Still. Cheri felt like she had every reason to be mad at him for getting so caught up in everything. She hadn’t exactly planned on going full-on godmode, but by now Ob should be used to her fiery outbursts. This was kind of their ‘thing’: the soft starts leading to fast finishes kind of ride. What was unexpected was the quietness following her power drain. If she wasn’t currently trying to keep her skull from exploding, Cheri might’ve opened her eyes and taken a look.
Surprisingly, she didn’t have to. He pressed his cool lips to her forehead and slowly, the ache siphoned its way out of her system. From a fracture, to a jab, and then an ache - the Fae Prince magically absorbed her pain and embraced her. Confused, Cheri tightened her mouth. He didn’t have to do this; he could’ve just as easily walked away and left her to deal with the aftermath on her own.
“What’s your plan?” She asked. It was easier to talk about impending doom than to focus on how pleasant his healing felt. “Your first time being healed by another, too,” she realized bashfully. That was no good. “When Gale and Mazikeen come looking,” because it wasn’t a matter of ‘if’, “they’ll raze these lands to ash.”
@Obscene