[Season 12] Refracting Revenge
Jun 4, 2023 18:10:17 GMT
Jaezred Vandree, Velania Kalugina, and 1 more like this
Post by Lykksie on Jun 4, 2023 18:10:17 GMT
“What do you see, my love?”
Morena Vazroque smiles, sharp and hungry, as her pale eyes - entirely devoid of pupil or iris - stare into the not-insignificant collection of elemental shards. They pulse softly with glowing energy, sparks of lightning glinting off of their sharp edges, painting a picture only she can see. Lucinda Vazroque kisses her wife’s neck gently, following her empty gaze over her shoulder where it scans their small hoard of power and potential.
“Are we making progress?”
“Slow but steady, Luce, slow but steady.”
“You know that’s how I like it.”
Morena laughs, low and rich, momentarily distracted before something catches her vision once more.
“Ah, the captain. He’s received a reply from his commander.”
“And?”
“No luck. The Daring forces will remain in Enlace - to his immense frustration. Poor Yennas. All those soldiers, fretful and faithless. What are they bleeding for? What are they dying for? A people and a place who has done nothing for them, all because someone signed a piece of paper.”
Lucinda turns her ministrations to the other side of Morena’s neck.
“And the crystal? The Keepers?”
“All ready to Fracture at a moment’s notice. Held together with, ah- with spit and bailing wire. The girl is at her breaking point.”
“Say the word, my love, and we strike -”
Morena reaches a hand up to sink her hand into her wife’s maroon hair, pulling it loose from its tie. Lucinda weaves the raw, elemental energy around them both with a flick of her fingers. It gleams in the darkness of their rooms, reflecting off of Morena’s rings and chains, off of the matching brooches they both wear.
“- We strike for him. For you and me. For us, and for them. This is only the beginning.”
Morena Vazroque smiles, sharp and hungry, as her pale eyes - entirely devoid of pupil or iris - stare into the not-insignificant collection of elemental shards. They pulse softly with glowing energy, sparks of lightning glinting off of their sharp edges, painting a picture only she can see. Lucinda Vazroque kisses her wife’s neck gently, following her empty gaze over her shoulder where it scans their small hoard of power and potential.
“Are we making progress?”
“Slow but steady, Luce, slow but steady.”
“You know that’s how I like it.”
Morena laughs, low and rich, momentarily distracted before something catches her vision once more.
“Ah, the captain. He’s received a reply from his commander.”
“And?”
“No luck. The Daring forces will remain in Enlace - to his immense frustration. Poor Yennas. All those soldiers, fretful and faithless. What are they bleeding for? What are they dying for? A people and a place who has done nothing for them, all because someone signed a piece of paper.”
Lucinda turns her ministrations to the other side of Morena’s neck.
“And the crystal? The Keepers?”
“All ready to Fracture at a moment’s notice. Held together with, ah- with spit and bailing wire. The girl is at her breaking point.”
“Say the word, my love, and we strike -”
Morena reaches a hand up to sink her hand into her wife’s maroon hair, pulling it loose from its tie. Lucinda weaves the raw, elemental energy around them both with a flick of her fingers. It gleams in the darkness of their rooms, reflecting off of Morena’s rings and chains, off of the matching brooches they both wear.
“- We strike for him. For you and me. For us, and for them. This is only the beginning.”