April 21, 2020, 07:56 PM
schatzi, he whispered. the dark-fringed eyes cast down at her feet, then.
she thought how her chest felt like a gutted walnut shell, and wondered if that sensation might last forever.
when she glanced back up, her father was gone.
she felt wrong. the basilisk gaze with which he had regarded her etched in her mind. his exasperated address of unwelcomeness sharp in her memory's focus. her eyes shimmered with angry tears that pooled but did not fall.
within the den, her parent’s charge stirred, but she did not move from her post to tend to what he sought—mean thoughts gathered around her mind like steel wool as she considered him.
little did she know of the emotional schism that she would have to cope with in just a few short weeks, when mahler’s time for her would be spread even thinner.
stepping from the den, she curled up just outside its entrance and stared towards the rutted path her mother had taken, waiting for her return so she could nurse to soothe her sore feelings. phaedra laid her chin on her paws and struggled to keep half-lidded eyes open, but sleepiness shortly lured her into unconsciousness.
by the time she awoke, she was back in the darkness of the den, surrounded by the sound of sleeping bodies. she didn’t know who was pressed against her, but the girl stood up and took herself to an isolated corner of the den and went back off to asleep with a frowning brow.
she thought how her chest felt like a gutted walnut shell, and wondered if that sensation might last forever.
when she glanced back up, her father was gone.
she felt wrong. the basilisk gaze with which he had regarded her etched in her mind. his exasperated address of unwelcomeness sharp in her memory's focus. her eyes shimmered with angry tears that pooled but did not fall.
within the den, her parent’s charge stirred, but she did not move from her post to tend to what he sought—mean thoughts gathered around her mind like steel wool as she considered him.
little did she know of the emotional schism that she would have to cope with in just a few short weeks, when mahler’s time for her would be spread even thinner.
stepping from the den, she curled up just outside its entrance and stared towards the rutted path her mother had taken, waiting for her return so she could nurse to soothe her sore feelings. phaedra laid her chin on her paws and struggled to keep half-lidded eyes open, but sleepiness shortly lured her into unconsciousness.
by the time she awoke, she was back in the darkness of the den, surrounded by the sound of sleeping bodies. she didn’t know who was pressed against her, but the girl stood up and took herself to an isolated corner of the den and went back off to asleep with a frowning brow.
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
Messages In This Thread
i’m looking down the barrel of a string-bean - by Phaedra - April 18, 2020, 04:59 PM
RE: i’m looking down the barrel of a string-bean - by Mahler - April 18, 2020, 06:16 PM
RE: i’m looking down the barrel of a string-bean - by Phaedra - April 18, 2020, 08:24 PM
RE: i’m looking down the barrel of a string-bean - by Mahler - April 20, 2020, 02:52 PM
RE: i’m looking down the barrel of a string-bean - by Phaedra - April 20, 2020, 04:46 PM
RE: i’m looking down the barrel of a string-bean - by Mahler - April 20, 2020, 06:13 PM
RE: i’m looking down the barrel of a string-bean - by Phaedra - April 20, 2020, 07:39 PM
RE: i’m looking down the barrel of a string-bean - by Mahler - April 20, 2020, 08:26 PM
RE: i’m looking down the barrel of a string-bean - by Phaedra - April 21, 2020, 07:56 PM