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03-12-2017, 12:44 PM
i want to be wild, beautiful and free
Sometimes she wishes she could make the appropriate emotions show on her face. That her beautiful, but deadpan voice, would dip and soar with the appropriate inflections. Once upon a time, she knew how. Could sing and act her way into luring wayward travelers into her trap. But when Helovia stripped her magic from her, somehow all that went away. She was left with a shell of herself, and she wears her carelessness like a mask now. Any crack in it and the damn might break. She might become something else entirely, no longer herself, but even more bitter and wrecked than even her insides are now.
Sheba doesn’t ask to go home though. She asks to go to the Veins of the Gods. A place Syrena has never been, and currently, did not plan to go. She does not trust them. Has no reason to trust them. They have taken everything from her. Her magic, her home, herself. But she promised to keep Sheba safe, and so of course she will go. Because she doesn’t know how to show that she cares with a smile or the right words. She can only act, even if she acts like a large, unfeeling dog that just sort of trails after her charges.
“Okay,” she says, nodding her head in the direction of the Veins and then setting off, keeping an eye to make sure Sheba is in fact coming with her. Because Syrena wasn’t going to that place to speak with the gods herself. She had nothing to say to them. Well, she had a lot to say to them, but it wouldn’t come out kindly, and she knows better than to anger the Gods. They took without being angry, she did not intend to find out what they would do to her if she opened her mouth.
Sheba doesn’t ask to go home though. She asks to go to the Veins of the Gods. A place Syrena has never been, and currently, did not plan to go. She does not trust them. Has no reason to trust them. They have taken everything from her. Her magic, her home, herself. But she promised to keep Sheba safe, and so of course she will go. Because she doesn’t know how to show that she cares with a smile or the right words. She can only act, even if she acts like a large, unfeeling dog that just sort of trails after her charges.
“Okay,” she says, nodding her head in the direction of the Veins and then setting off, keeping an eye to make sure Sheba is in fact coming with her. Because Syrena wasn’t going to that place to speak with the gods herself. She had nothing to say to them. Well, she had a lot to say to them, but it wouldn’t come out kindly, and she knows better than to anger the Gods. They took without being angry, she did not intend to find out what they would do to her if she opened her mouth.
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