Mazikeen
Even though she had asked the question, even though she has been wondering it for some time, the answer she gets surprises her - the final sentence squeezing onto her heart so hard that she thinks she can feel another piece fall away. There’s no time to think about it, though, no time to give the tears that might have formed a chance because then she’s being shoved off with a roughness that is startling.
Her head is dizzy from the whirlwind of thoughts that have kicked up as she easily gains her balance and twists to stare at him. There are simply too many things to focus on and some of them will get lost - how she recognizes the feeling of influence on her vision when the light of the feather goes out, how she’s not exactly sure how the fuck she’s supposed to go about binding Gale into one shape - and with that finally realizing that she’s not simply going to be able to just do it when it’s time… she’s going to have to plan it.
She’s going to need help.
Despair might have crept in or there might’ve been an apology for ruining what could have been a pleasant moment, just as she had when he had joked about being just friends, but it’s gone when he continues to speak.
When the voice is very distinctly not Gale’s. Not the one who had just answered her question a moment ago.
Dread seeps into her, chilling her, and she feels her skin crawl when she watches the eyes she loves so much roam her body. She enjoys this appreciation when those eyes are kind but the way they linger on her pregnant belly inspires less pleasant things now and she (finally) feels protective of those little lives. When the lion then gives her Gale’s charming smile, the one that usually inspires warmth, Mazikeen is no longer sure what to believe. Not about this moment, not about any of them.
But she always was better at feeling than she was thinking before she acted. A few cracks appear down her spine, adding a faint fiery glow as she stares at what should be Gale and she’s grateful her voice does not tremble with the doubt she feels as she snarls out “Give him back to me.”
Her head is dizzy from the whirlwind of thoughts that have kicked up as she easily gains her balance and twists to stare at him. There are simply too many things to focus on and some of them will get lost - how she recognizes the feeling of influence on her vision when the light of the feather goes out, how she’s not exactly sure how the fuck she’s supposed to go about binding Gale into one shape - and with that finally realizing that she’s not simply going to be able to just do it when it’s time… she’s going to have to plan it.
She’s going to need help.
Despair might have crept in or there might’ve been an apology for ruining what could have been a pleasant moment, just as she had when he had joked about being just friends, but it’s gone when he continues to speak.
When the voice is very distinctly not Gale’s. Not the one who had just answered her question a moment ago.
Dread seeps into her, chilling her, and she feels her skin crawl when she watches the eyes she loves so much roam her body. She enjoys this appreciation when those eyes are kind but the way they linger on her pregnant belly inspires less pleasant things now and she (finally) feels protective of those little lives. When the lion then gives her Gale’s charming smile, the one that usually inspires warmth, Mazikeen is no longer sure what to believe. Not about this moment, not about any of them.
But she always was better at feeling than she was thinking before she acted. A few cracks appear down her spine, adding a faint fiery glow as she stares at what should be Gale and she’s grateful her voice does not tremble with the doubt she feels as she snarls out “Give him back to me.”
@[Gale]