09-01-2021, 12:22 AM
Desire
She almost ignores him.
From several paces away she watches him, the small golden boy curled near the carving of the dead once-king. He is lost, clearly, since no one is currently here to birth children besides herself, and he is certainly not hers. Despite being a mother—and a fairly good one at that, because she loved them all immensely—there isn’t much of a maternal instinct to stir at the sight of him. Pity, perhaps, because she is not exactly callused. Self-centered and haughty and utterly spoiled, yes, but she is not quite cruel. She would not do anything on purpose to harm him, and he is much too young to be without a mother.
She almost walks away, thinking of letting the desert decide if he lives or dies, but she is feeling charitable today and so with a sigh she steps closer to him.
“You lost?” she asks him, not unkind, but also not in that high-pitched coddling tone everyone seemed to use with children. By now the glow of her halo and the scattering of stars across her body illuminated the area in their direct vicinity with a dim, silvery light, and she stares down at him with slow-blinking, entirely black eyes, waiting.
From several paces away she watches him, the small golden boy curled near the carving of the dead once-king. He is lost, clearly, since no one is currently here to birth children besides herself, and he is certainly not hers. Despite being a mother—and a fairly good one at that, because she loved them all immensely—there isn’t much of a maternal instinct to stir at the sight of him. Pity, perhaps, because she is not exactly callused. Self-centered and haughty and utterly spoiled, yes, but she is not quite cruel. She would not do anything on purpose to harm him, and he is much too young to be without a mother.
She almost walks away, thinking of letting the desert decide if he lives or dies, but she is feeling charitable today and so with a sigh she steps closer to him.
“You lost?” she asks him, not unkind, but also not in that high-pitched coddling tone everyone seemed to use with children. By now the glow of her halo and the scattering of stars across her body illuminated the area in their direct vicinity with a dim, silvery light, and she stares down at him with slow-blinking, entirely black eyes, waiting.
so we're slaves to any semblance of touch, lord we should quit, but we love it too much
@nazghul