[aw] through mushroom clouds and black fields

Siv Helsi · 09-11-2012, 11:57 PM

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It was her nature to prod, like a darning needle, buzzing dragonfly. She looked for marks of the devil, for proof of these supposed misfortunes. Had it been her own will that fed this? Had she, unknowingly, fed Eris life while she stole it from their king? Without him she might have run a kingdom alone, as her daughter now did. There was some power left in her yet, mad thing she was, and Siv looked for it. She looked for it so she might know it and crush the life out of it once again, to make sure the phantom stayed dead.

So she smiled, teeth yellow-white in the firelight against her black velvet mouth, but it was a red tongue that spoke (though perhaps this ought to have been silver). “We should forget them,” she cooed, contradicting herself once again. Had she not asked them to remember, for the children? Their father had abandoned them, as most fathers do. Siv found this quality their most unbecoming. “It is our mothers we come to love, for they give us life. Men can only plant the seed, not grow it, not raise it as we do,” there was praise there, thick and laced with ivy. She imagined her still-smooth belly wide with children and her smile deepened. Even as she studied that peculiar, cerise patch of earth, she smiled.

“You are strong, my lady. I am glad you remembered that.”

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