you are the only hope for me too
i just wanted you
i just wanted you
Al'Zahra is laughing.
It cuts into her like a blade through her skin. She can feel the blood pouring out of her, just as she had poured her feelings like some lovestruck teenager. What a mistake, what a fool.
The woman circles her and maybe this is when Morrighan realizes it. Before Al'Zahra has even said anything or called her out. The fire rages and can just taste the edges of the woman's skin that's so close yet so far.
Love. It's a word that holds a bitter taste. Perhaps it'll be forever ingrained this way in Morr's mind after this. Is she incapable of love? Is she undeserving of it? Is this to be her fate? She knew some who were in love or claimed to be. That's what she thought this was, this fire and passion between them. There had been a connection, a spark, before. What happened?
The woman's teeth are bared like a wolf and Morr doesn't know what else to do but let the fire lash out further. She doesn't know how to bare her teeth like them, although she wants to. She badly wants to.
She wants to say… she wants to say… something. Anything. There are no words to describe who Al'Zahra is except an elusive dark temptress, but that isn't enough. She doesn't know who the woman truly is. Maybe she never knew. She never thought about it, only the fire and lust. That's all that ever seemed to matter when they were together, but now she sees that's all it had been. None of it was genuine. It was not love and could never be.
Beneath her fire, her rage, Morrighan is entirely broken.
She snuffs out the flames and there is nothing but smoke (and regret) in the air. She pushes past Al'Zahra, not daring to look her in the eyes again. Maybe she never will again.
She stops before she rounds the corner back into the markets, but keeps her head down. "I'll send an owl when the kid's born, if you care at all," she mutters. She has half a mind to take full custody of the kid, but it's still Al'Zahra's too whether she likes it or not.
There is nothing left to say and nothing more she feels like thinking about, so she disappears into the crowd. Her head is pounding, but she goes back to the castle instead of the bar. Oh, how she would love to drown her sorrows in alcohol right now.
“Speaking.”
It cuts into her like a blade through her skin. She can feel the blood pouring out of her, just as she had poured her feelings like some lovestruck teenager. What a mistake, what a fool.
The woman circles her and maybe this is when Morrighan realizes it. Before Al'Zahra has even said anything or called her out. The fire rages and can just taste the edges of the woman's skin that's so close yet so far.
Love. It's a word that holds a bitter taste. Perhaps it'll be forever ingrained this way in Morr's mind after this. Is she incapable of love? Is she undeserving of it? Is this to be her fate? She knew some who were in love or claimed to be. That's what she thought this was, this fire and passion between them. There had been a connection, a spark, before. What happened?
The woman's teeth are bared like a wolf and Morr doesn't know what else to do but let the fire lash out further. She doesn't know how to bare her teeth like them, although she wants to. She badly wants to.
She wants to say… she wants to say… something. Anything. There are no words to describe who Al'Zahra is except an elusive dark temptress, but that isn't enough. She doesn't know who the woman truly is. Maybe she never knew. She never thought about it, only the fire and lust. That's all that ever seemed to matter when they were together, but now she sees that's all it had been. None of it was genuine. It was not love and could never be.
Beneath her fire, her rage, Morrighan is entirely broken.
She snuffs out the flames and there is nothing but smoke (and regret) in the air. She pushes past Al'Zahra, not daring to look her in the eyes again. Maybe she never will again.
She stops before she rounds the corner back into the markets, but keeps her head down. "I'll send an owl when the kid's born, if you care at all," she mutters. She has half a mind to take full custody of the kid, but it's still Al'Zahra's too whether she likes it or not.
There is nothing left to say and nothing more she feels like thinking about, so she disappears into the crowd. Her head is pounding, but she goes back to the castle instead of the bar. Oh, how she would love to drown her sorrows in alcohol right now.
@"Al'Zahra" this thread has ended with my heart & Morr's shattering to a million pieces ;____;
