i am the fire
i am burning brighter
roaring like a storm
i am burning brighter
roaring like a storm
She should've figured it would be Isra coming up the hill. It's almost poetic.
"It doesn't feel any better does it?" the Queen asks and it feels like a sting. The woman is right, but that's exactly it, it doesn't make her feel better. There is still an aching in her chest that won't go away. The places she felt the touch of another are like newly created burns. She wants to put fire to the skin until it peels back to expose the raw flesh beneath. Where there is no more memory of the girl that messed with her heart.
"No," the word comes out like the hiss of a viper.
Isra is so close to the fire, it shakes Morrighan out of her spiraling thoughts and makes her step forward. She isn't sure what for, maybe to make sure the woman won't disappear among the flames and smoke again like last time.
Her voice is almost motherly and if it were anyone but Isra, she probably would've shot them a look and let the fire singe the surface of their face. But this is Isra and, somehow, that makes it okay. The flames resist, but she forces them to pull back anyway.
"Maybe," she mutters, digging her hoof into the dirt to make lines. They don't take the shape of anything in particular. Burning down the world does sound nice, but then there would be nothing left for her to live in. Just ash and smoke and the pounding of her thoughts.
An image of a metal garden curling in on itself comes across her mind and Morrighan looks at Isra with something that might resemble hope. "Is this how you felt in the maze?" She asks, as if to say she knew her secret without knowing the very details that make it up.
Maybe, just maybe, her angst is familiar.
@Isra oop emo Morr coming through /cue her cameo in Welcome to the Black Parade
