death comes to feast || adela&oberon
adela-quintana:
She had come to the scene, the chaos that was becoming the world both frightened and excited her. Never had she had such a playground where she hadn’t had part of the control, never, since before this life had she felt such a hopelessness. Despite her slight and half-hearted efforts to refrain from feeling like she was playing god, the cruel and sadistic question still plagued her thoughts. If she ever got killed, would she be able to bring herself back. When you cut her, she bled, when she grew hungry, she starved, this she had known since the young childhood of this body. But in all these situations, after all the shit she pulled, she still remained breathing, almost invincible. The sensation wasn’t odd considering her age and her larger-than-life disposition, but it was there none the less.
Her eyes glazed over the gore-y scene. Her eyes lingering as she bit her lower lip in a smirk that could send chills down someones spine, almost a childlike glee at the new and for once thought out mystery. She looked up, her eyes filled with excitement at what her curiosity led her to. “I would say me, for you do not know that I myself did not put up this barrier.” she said as she slowly squatted down, tracing the dead lips of one of the men, his glazed over and almost white eyes captivating her.
“Which is why I haven’t said otherwise either,” he easily replied and smiled with amusement at the interest the young woman showed towards the corpses. Would it be so deep if she had indeed put up the scene? He would think whoever did it, wished to prove a point or make a statement, and such things are more easily appreciated from affar. The girl was surely far from being just a regular villager, but he doubted she was the author of the slaughter.
“If it’s yours,” he pondered, still not convinced, but excited about the possible exchange of ideas. “What is it for? To delimit your home? To confine us?”
Perhaps that was it and he truly was the one on the wrong side. His thoughts brought up his family, and shivers went down his spine at the risk of keeping his wife and son exposed to danger. But they couldn’t just leave. His eyes looked at the girl and the dead body she was so carefully examining.
“Are you a healer, or something alike?”













