05-23-2022, 10:45 PM
mazikeen
“Coward.” She remembers spitting that word at the Curse when she was her other self, towards the end when she felt like she was burning and when the life she had made to trap themselves in Hyaline became a leash keeping her held back, keeping her tethered.
She hates these memories, hates that version of herself - the one without the love that drives her so fiercely.
And she hates that Gale has a way of avoiding the memories of what he has done. Like if he just does not think about them, it is like they do not exist. Mazikeen no longer carries the scars of their time together, not even the ones from her youth, but she still feels the weight of them.
Mazikeen does not know if this proves he is actually his old self or not but she continues to be unnerved as she stands there, watching someone she used to love die.
She could call for help, she could find someone to heal him, but he does not deserve such kindness. He should die and whatever guilt she might have once had over such thoughts had long since withered.
Mazikeen does not like to think that she is cruel, she knows there is a large heart in her chest - one she had gone so long denying. And yet, the dragon moves closer. Her scales are bright with burning orange cracks, and there’s such anger in her eyes. She fears getting lost in it, fears what she might do, but those worries feel so distant now. So far away from how she draws closer.
How she brings down one of her giant limbs, intending for her clawed foot to land on one of Gale’s legs and snap the bones there with the weight of her body. Her life, the warmth and happiness she has found here in Hyaline, feels so distant. She is cold despite the glowing ember horns that grow from her head, despite the way her entire body is fissured with firelight.
He will either die, or she will push him to the point of pain that he has no choice but to heal and, hopefully, remember why he is not welcome here anymore.
“You should have to suffer the memories just like the rest of us.”
She hates these memories, hates that version of herself - the one without the love that drives her so fiercely.
And she hates that Gale has a way of avoiding the memories of what he has done. Like if he just does not think about them, it is like they do not exist. Mazikeen no longer carries the scars of their time together, not even the ones from her youth, but she still feels the weight of them.
Mazikeen does not know if this proves he is actually his old self or not but she continues to be unnerved as she stands there, watching someone she used to love die.
She could call for help, she could find someone to heal him, but he does not deserve such kindness. He should die and whatever guilt she might have once had over such thoughts had long since withered.
Mazikeen does not like to think that she is cruel, she knows there is a large heart in her chest - one she had gone so long denying. And yet, the dragon moves closer. Her scales are bright with burning orange cracks, and there’s such anger in her eyes. She fears getting lost in it, fears what she might do, but those worries feel so distant now. So far away from how she draws closer.
How she brings down one of her giant limbs, intending for her clawed foot to land on one of Gale’s legs and snap the bones there with the weight of her body. Her life, the warmth and happiness she has found here in Hyaline, feels so distant. She is cold despite the glowing ember horns that grow from her head, despite the way her entire body is fissured with firelight.
He will either die, or she will push him to the point of pain that he has no choice but to heal and, hopefully, remember why he is not welcome here anymore.
“You should have to suffer the memories just like the rest of us.”
@Gale