MABEL
Azrael was a welcome delight, a distraction from the burdening tension and the flanking unknown. They also reminded her of her former siblings, all buried, dead, and gone now, but the twins had helped to raise them, and the imminent smile curled against her mouth at the greeting, hand wafting outwards to brush against their curly hair, habitual, routine.
Then she was forced to pay attention to the meeting, piercing eyes sliding back to Wessex, listening to anything and everything. Absorbing the information wasn’t difficult, just that there was so much to clarify and get through. She hadn’t known about the death of Robin, or the Fae’s potential for bursting forth – their hatred was well versed, but not the potential for coldblooded murder. Fiat Lux was still around the corner, and she wondered if she should even bother.
Mabel wouldn’t be ready for a task for the Voice, no matter how willing. She didn’t have the capabilities (like her sister’s) yet; and would likely have to wait until some other future event. She dug her hands into her palms anyway, to stop herself from volunteering. There’d be stronger individuals, and she’d have her moment eventually.
The talk of fighting the monsters had her torn. For one part, she didn’t mind them. Naturals had lived with them for a length of time, and only the idiotic ones were slain. Didn’t the demons, the infidels, deserve their moments too?
And then, of course, there’d been those mauled and maimed by the cretins, those from this time, this present.
If they guarded, if they destroyed, would the rest of the world finally give them some grace? Or should they even care?
She jutted her chin forward, granting a nod, quiet in the midst. “We should fight the monsters.”
Then she was forced to pay attention to the meeting, piercing eyes sliding back to Wessex, listening to anything and everything. Absorbing the information wasn’t difficult, just that there was so much to clarify and get through. She hadn’t known about the death of Robin, or the Fae’s potential for bursting forth – their hatred was well versed, but not the potential for coldblooded murder. Fiat Lux was still around the corner, and she wondered if she should even bother.
Mabel wouldn’t be ready for a task for the Voice, no matter how willing. She didn’t have the capabilities (like her sister’s) yet; and would likely have to wait until some other future event. She dug her hands into her palms anyway, to stop herself from volunteering. There’d be stronger individuals, and she’d have her moment eventually.
The talk of fighting the monsters had her torn. For one part, she didn’t mind them. Naturals had lived with them for a length of time, and only the idiotic ones were slain. Didn’t the demons, the infidels, deserve their moments too?
And then, of course, there’d been those mauled and maimed by the cretins, those from this time, this present.
If they guarded, if they destroyed, would the rest of the world finally give them some grace? Or should they even care?
She jutted her chin forward, granting a nod, quiet in the midst. “We should fight the monsters.”
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
