Black Morass cus i’m heartless

im sorry shes a twat

Like cold water trailing down her spine, the words register in her mind through a muffled wall of sound, ringing in her ears.

Snap.

Hm? She murmured, her eyes searching his own, searching Elowen's, unsure what she's even looking for. Unaware that she was looking at them with the same look she gave the little beasties she mangled, an impassive wall of red, suddenly so distant.

Never still? She is still now, save for the subtle tremor that wracked her bones.

Leaving?

Leavingleavingleavingleavingleavingleaving? Her mind stuck on the word.

She wished he had just brought teeth to her neck, that she would've understood. Blood to stain the ends of pretty silver tufts, the sting of betrayal buried into deep punctures; he could've left another set to match the ones she already had. That, she would've understood.

But- but this? this did not- this was-

Maybe she was too used to getting what she wanted. Maybe she felt she owned some part of them both; didn't like seeing that the they'd slipped out of their chains, didn't like having her claws pried off, not so easily.

It made sense. It made a terrible sense because it had always been this way. With mama, with Verax, with Dreven- Nobody stayed. Nobody followed. Nobody wanted-

She played so good a victim she convinced herself, irrevocably, that it was always them who abandoned her. That that's what this was. Abandonment. They did not want her. That she was blameless.

She was. She was.

He said he would visit but he lied. He lied. Everybody always lied to her and she was just stupid enough that she never realized until it stared her in the face. leaving.Her nails dragged through the ground as a mixture of emotions swallowed her whole, chief among them, resentment.

So it was with renewed intensity that she uttered a response, low and rumbling on her breath T-then go. She turned her back, facing toward the beckoning darkness of the morass. If you're such a coward- Go! I don't need you to visit. A sneer painted pale features, and it was venom that touched her tonuge, desperate dismissal, because she did not know how to say goodbye.

For the fourth time, she was passed on. Another home for her to rot from the inside. She gave a passing glance to the reverend mother, as if to ask, as if to accuse; will you leave me next?