Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my characterconfessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
“But Mistress Fear likes me!” Leia blurted out.
People close to her Mistressseemed to suddenly wish for more of her service than before – she’d evenlistened in on whispered and hidden conversations, when her Mistress was toofocused on other things to sense if she is asleep or not.
Andnone of them seemed to understand just how much Fear likes her. Or how much shelikes her Mistress.
“Imean really likes me!” she continues,cheeks a bit red as alarm bells blare in her head at what he could do with thisinformation, “She cares about me, more than just a pet or messenger or tool ortrophy. She likes having me around, and she cares for me, and I don’t want to leave. I like serving Her.”
Andit’s true, and her voice rings with just how true it is.
Sure,she’s sorely tempted by Yidhra – she is an Owl, after all, and oh, does thegift of knowledge and skill tempt her sorely. But she genuinely loves herMistress, and knows just how much her Mistress cares for her, in her own way ofshowing it.
ButAdra? She’s never fully trusted him since the Incident. She very stiffly andhesitantly agreed to let him draw his mark upon her, yes, but only after muchcoaxing and reassurance it was not permanent. But that’s what made it finallyClick, for her.
Hehad enough mannerisms and repeated actions of Past Masters that – with thatMarking – she Remembered.
Nospecifics, or rather, too many specifics. Knowledge of how she got the scars onher back, and ones she’s burned out of her front with magic and medicinalherbs. Memories of promises of temporary claims, of privacy, of kindness, allslowly pushed further and further until all were broken beyond repair. Memoriesof trust manipulated and betrayed, over and over, by other owners – all returningas a warning: Do Not Trust Him.
She’stried to act normal, pretend he still has her trust, while just staying closerto her Mistress and Yidhra.
But asubtle nudge to try to get her allegiance that happened to vaguely – even ifunintentionally – imply her Mistress gave her less than the love she’s seenfirsthand? Even out of true ignorance? Fear for her own safety, or future manipulationsagainst her Mistress, was secondary to the impulse to defend her status as Fear’sand Fear’s Alone. And one who cannot be convinced away from Her.
“Iwill not leave her, and would not even if I did not owe her my life. And I donot wish you to buy me from her – Even if she doesn’t love me in the same way,I do love being my Mistress’s servant. I do not want any other master.”
Onlyafter she finishes does he realizes how one could use that information againsther Mistress.
Butshe crosses her arms and lifts her chin defiantly. It doesn’t matter – she’sfought stranger, even if not more powerful. She has friends she can call on andeavesdropped knowledge and the odd hint from his library, should he tryanything.
Shejust hopes her defiance distracts from the fear of possible repeated pasts inher eyes.
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