Hideaway Strath Bloodsucker

mictec’s gaze remained steady, her stance unwavering as she observed the other, the sharp glint in her marigold eyes never breaking. the movement from envy—a curious tilt of the head, a nudge to her side—did not faze her. there was no need for her to answer quickly, the air thick with the weight of unspoken understanding.

the last time...? mictec’s voice was ethereal, each word deliberate. i was what the world made me, as you are now. but it’s never the same. her gaze flicked momentarily to envy's eyes, a flicker of something unreadable passing through her expression. perhaps that’s the problem. you have yet to see what you will become.

her tone was sharp, yet not unkind, as if a small invitation was being offered—a glimpse into the next step, a mystery to unfold. what were you like before? she asked, her words not probing, but acknowledging the strange, familiar pull of history between them.