nycfae:
Her eyes widened, but that’s all the reaction she gets before the horrible magic was flowing through her body, sending spasms of pain wracking through all her limbs. Had she been able to move, the faerie no doubt would have fallen out of her chair, and though she had hardly any oxygen left, she couldn’t help a muffled scream from behind the magic keeping her from breathing.
The action was just wasting what precious air remained, but it was automatic, and Mama Witch knew it. She would hate even giving the evil woman the satisfaction if the pain hadn’t completely drowned out all her thoughts. It was the worst in her wings—it felt like they were being skewered by a million pinpricks, all razor sharp.
Tears started flowing down her cheeks, not helping her already fading vision. Even the witch’s touch burned—or, at least, it felt like it did. It was hard to tell; everything hurt. All of her nerves were screaming, and had she been in her right mind, Pixi would have figured that the only reason she hadn’t completely gone unconscious by now was because of some terrible magic.
It wouldn’t be fun for Mama if Pixi passed out, now would it?
no, it wouldn’t. the second pixi’s muffled screams each her ears mama sighs happily. much like other older women and classical music, or a nice cup of tea, the screams of the fairy have a calming effect. her fingers brush away at the tears streaming down the pixis face, nails dragging red wherever they touch.
she was simultaneously working to both break and build pixi until she grew bored.
a tear soaked finger is popped into mama’s mouth, a soft sound passing her lips. it was still too sweet. it’s unclear how many minutes pass, any normal being would have passed out several ago, she was sure. “ do you think you’ve learned your lesson ? “ withered face peers into the agonized mess she was making of a child. “ i’ll trust you for now, i suppose; do try and listen to mama from now on, dear, unless you want a repeat. “
and then all of a sudden all the magic cuts off. suddenly pixi has free reign of her lungs, and the electricity is gone -- but something heinous beyond a surface level is there in it’s place. warm and contentment is now coating the fairy wherever there was pain, not taking it away but instead settling in on top.
as if she was a loving mother just punishing her unruly child. as if she did truly care about anything other than herself.
it was one of her favorite games to play.
