Foggy Bottom Way [m] el mar

silver is now fully PP-able, including injury/maiming within 1% life HP. expect all ur hits to land <3

there was no condemnation. as each child flashed posture before their wretched father, silvertongue had eyes only for him studying the eagle as each moment passed. she had thought him and the other her savior, of sorts, and softly it replayed before her mind. the frosty lap of winterbound air. a soft voice, soothing. belen once more, feeling the touch of cold slowly slough itself from her skin as she entered the palace for that first time. she had forgotten it was arsenio who had found her, who had brought her. she saw only germanicus as she had witnessed him within the throne room. cold. implacable. belen's wondering, frightened gaze saw the rueful smile of a striking red-gold woman, who had walked quietly to join germanicus then. talk of debts. she had fought him, yes, a scared girl in a place of more wealth than she had ever dreamed, defying the once the order of pharaoh. he had threatened to cast her into the snow and she had been silent after, and silent forevermore.

not enough

she only stared at him, until the slash of mad voice cut at her ears, and she, as if in a trance, glanced toward the mud-smeared boy who wore germanicus' face and spoke in a tone that whirled with motes of images that were not visible. she was no witch, and silvertongue laughed, a brazen sound that mocked. she was no witch, for had she been, germanicus would have suffered a thousand times over by this moment. witches touched the vein of power; her own had only been fed by a single source. her prince of shadows, her prince of nighttime worlds and starclan looming above velvet trees while he loved her, once, loved her entire. once.

not enough

and now the ravening children fell away to cultists, hungry mouths which could not touch her own eternal emptiness. silvertongue saw him clearly as at last the man lifted careworn stare to her own, and she glutted herself with shaking intake of a pleased breath; torment constricted all of him, and silvertongue saw how he lived inside a skin too, made of spearpoint and bleeding wire. shadowpup and stormpup would not have taken such a stand for her, she understood, for they had never known her as madre. why had he been given all that he had taken from her?

once more, belen shivered in the dark air of a december night; once more she heard the trudge of paws beside her and remembered the soothing sound of that voice, the first. the one she did not remember. only him, only the roman. belen, experiencing again the sensation of long cold slowly sliding from her skin as the warmth of the palace filled her for the first time. the memory replayed upon a broken loop; she saw only him! she saw only germanicus, and when at long last their eyes met, her smile was beatified, ophelia gazing upon her own reflection.

and yet, it was
"not enough!"

she saw only him, and it was for him she lunged now, no longer seeing nor hearing the three who bore his blood and now his sin; germanicus loomed larger and larger and larger before her, unmoving as she soared to ease them both.