›› 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 .
oh , now she really snarls ; it surprises even herself . arm twitches as if to grab it , whatever primal instinct ( mieli , mieli , mieli ) awakening at the mere sight of his feather .
she can hardly fathom why she cares so much . rakan should have known his place , before he went against zoe like so . still , she cannot quell her shaking hand ; fingers close into fists , an inhale & exhale . she needs to steel her nerves , or else zoe will do it for her . “ am i permitted to know when he comes back , at the very least ? you know how well i work with him ; even if you got another dead star guardian to work for you , they wouldn ’ t be as efficient as me . ” as us .
the words are an unforgiving aftertaste .
❛❛ right. ❜❜
of course. she was right about that much at least, & the dark star could do nothing to deny it. zoe frowns, her thoughts stir like a ticking bomb ready to go off and cause collateral damage to everyone in vicinity — up to & including xayah. her fingers release the brilliant, golden feather, as it drifts slowly to the ground until void magicks swallow it up into nothing. her arms fold, and her index finger taps on the golden wristband. tick, tick, tick, tick…
❛❛ do you even care? you didn’t seem to. ❜❜ she knows the answer, has seen it time & time again, with death after death. but still, she asks, wanting to be humoured.
