Post by Mirabelle Bonnet on Jul 18, 2016 11:24:21 GMT -5
There was an uneasy stillness in her soul, one that contrasted vastly with the world around her and one that she had never known was even possible. No longer was there the quiet hum of white-noise that alerted her to the witch’s presence, nor was there any indication of the other or its offspring. As she walked the dingy streets of the Rukongai’s outskirts the songbird felt truly alone.
People parted as she moved through the few crowds that existed this far out, as though she were Moses shepherding the Israelites through the red sea but she was merely a shinigami in the midst of the poorest of the Seireitei’s citizens. She felt their eyes as she passed, their resentment toward her boring into her back. Standing tall, she refused to bow to their gazes. In this uniform she was expected to be a pillar of the community, even if she felt like screaming at them all that the sacrifices she’d made in the name of the Gotei was not worth the cost.
She let the anger subside as she approached the Endless Forest, a sort of unease seemed to emanate from the very bowels of the sea of trees spilling into the closer districts. The Songbird was not as immune to the feeling as the denizens of the Rukongai would have liked to believe she was, chills running up her spine even now and yet there was still no word from either of the other parts of her soul.
‘If the two-’ she felt the glare from them ‘...three of you want to sit in a stalemate, fine, but I won’t be a part of your feud.’
‘...’ Beldame offered no input and Mira couldn’t help but feel a touch of pride that it was because of her that the witch was in such a predicament. Surely, had she been free, she would have tried to spin more webs to ensnare Mirabelle like the spider she was.
‘We sense danger here,’ so it would seem that they at least would offer something, their voice not losing its ethereal bodyless quality in their thought speech. ‘tread lightly.’
She wasn’t keen on taking advice from them but neither was she intending on taking advice from Beldame, Mirabelle was wholly content with relying on her own senses and perceptions rather than those of the abominations within her own soul. A sort of indignation burned in her core as she thought about how they were nothing more than tools for her to use and discard, not beings to consult. How could she have ever seriously sought council from the witch? In all that time she'd spent with her, she'd likely only let the webs grow thicker around her much like how real spiders cocooned their prey.
She spit, pushing the thoughts aside as she did so. She had a job to do. It would seem that she still couldn't shake the pair's warning, as she kept catching herself looking over her shoulder almost as though she were looking for some unseen predator.
[WC: 508][TWC: 508]
People parted as she moved through the few crowds that existed this far out, as though she were Moses shepherding the Israelites through the red sea but she was merely a shinigami in the midst of the poorest of the Seireitei’s citizens. She felt their eyes as she passed, their resentment toward her boring into her back. Standing tall, she refused to bow to their gazes. In this uniform she was expected to be a pillar of the community, even if she felt like screaming at them all that the sacrifices she’d made in the name of the Gotei was not worth the cost.
She let the anger subside as she approached the Endless Forest, a sort of unease seemed to emanate from the very bowels of the sea of trees spilling into the closer districts. The Songbird was not as immune to the feeling as the denizens of the Rukongai would have liked to believe she was, chills running up her spine even now and yet there was still no word from either of the other parts of her soul.
‘If the two-’ she felt the glare from them ‘...three of you want to sit in a stalemate, fine, but I won’t be a part of your feud.’
‘...’ Beldame offered no input and Mira couldn’t help but feel a touch of pride that it was because of her that the witch was in such a predicament. Surely, had she been free, she would have tried to spin more webs to ensnare Mirabelle like the spider she was.
‘We sense danger here,’ so it would seem that they at least would offer something, their voice not losing its ethereal bodyless quality in their thought speech. ‘tread lightly.’
She wasn’t keen on taking advice from them but neither was she intending on taking advice from Beldame, Mirabelle was wholly content with relying on her own senses and perceptions rather than those of the abominations within her own soul. A sort of indignation burned in her core as she thought about how they were nothing more than tools for her to use and discard, not beings to consult. How could she have ever seriously sought council from the witch? In all that time she'd spent with her, she'd likely only let the webs grow thicker around her much like how real spiders cocooned their prey.
She spit, pushing the thoughts aside as she did so. She had a job to do. It would seem that she still couldn't shake the pair's warning, as she kept catching herself looking over her shoulder almost as though she were looking for some unseen predator.
[WC: 508][TWC: 508]
