@facadetorn | continued from here
blue eyes stare through the other , unblinking in their intensity . they’re all the same , these humans . striving so terribly hard to pave their own way , to give their painfully short lives some meaning , to try & change their fate even though it was futile .
though she could not touched the skies , lenora had mapped the stars . everything that had been , all that would be , laid out in front of her . destiny , providence , all set into stone the moment each being comes wailing into the world . perhaps terrifying , to know that no matter how futilely they would strive , the future was immoveable as stone . and in a way , the witch pitied the human , for she had accepted her place — while the woman with the raven perched upon her shoulder seemed to have not .
weary is her sigh , ever - patient with the human race & their woes . the wolf dæmon pacing at her feet is not as long - suffering as she , and he snorts in annoyance . turning her gaze to the cloudless night , lenora’s voice is soft as she responds as much to lucille as to the stars above . “ hmm , but it is . as unchanging as your dæmon once it’s settled . — i used to think like you , once . desperately trying to save the world & change what i believed to be my destiny . but i realized the truth , as you will , with time . ”
lucille has an artificial laugh, the kind that rings with a telltale echo, exposing the HOLLOW nature of its origins. she’s guilty, in truth, of remoulding criticism into humour in probably inappropriate ways; she catches herself mid-smile, and her expression consciously moves into a mode of silent DEFENCE. the foundations of her beliefs are solid stone and run deep into her mind; it will take something stronger, something CATASTROPHIC, to even weaken their bonds.
❝ it’s made you passive. ❞ she has a wicked tongue - she’s famed for it - and yet a reason almost inconceivable she doesn’t use it here. her tone instead consciously neutral, carefully divergent from the degree of fractiousness which typically surrounds her, as her gaze remains as cold and unmoving as the bird on her shoulder. you might worry for the creature, if you weren’t too busy worrying for the woman. ❝ GOD, i’d hate to be passive. to accept what you’re given and not what you’re OWED. is that really a way to live? ❞
attention turns to the sight which has caught the witch, and lucille realises that she has fallen so deeply into routine that she has forgotten what the night is; beautiful but cold, she acknowledges, pulling her coat in as she releases an almost imperceptible sigh. ❝ — i’ll humour you, bud. consider that you’re right. that my position, the life i made for myself, i had as little power over it all as the day the skies REJECTED you. that means the credit’s still up for grabs. BUT BY WHO? ❞ her lips quirk at the edges; a morbid smile. ❝ you believe it’s a something, not a someone. THINGS can be harnessed. ❞
