#dimitresca

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she just needs to catch her breath — she's getting too old for this shit. that's what she tells herself. just a minute — ten minutes — maybe an hour. she can't see the jut of zaun's outline from here to comfort her, keep her head on straight. it's just the endless rows of other cream-colored, glossy buildings, accented in gold and teals. her mouth draws into a severe frown, and her hand tightens around the glass of whiskey she's taken two sips from since she plucked it off a passing tray. she shuffles to the balcony's railing, wrapped in ivy. nothing about this place is familiar. she's danced this dance more than once, now, and none of it strikes her in the way it should: close to six months she's been councilor sevika, outnumbered and outmanned by topsiders, and it still fits her like a poorly-tailored glove. a sharp, hot-white pain zips from the base of her neck to the back of her skull, a reminder. she swallows a mouthful of her drink. it goes down easy. she braces herself to go back inside, so she can at least make for the exit.

Elise cannot stop the quirk sneaking along the corner of her mouth as the good lady's words settle in the air with all the pomp and fanfare of a days-old birthday garland. The idea of devoting herself to any religious order was…absurd. The few extended stays she had made in monasteries and abbeys were unpleasant. Despite weeping statues and holy wounds, there were few allowances for magic.

@dimitresca

THE SOONER SHE COULD GET THAT MASSIVE HEAD OUT HER ASS.

THE BETTER.

She was nothing unique, she was not grand, she was not regal, in truth she was right in the same boat as all of the rest of them and with her massive head in the clouds she could not see, they where taking on water and fucking quickly as well, too many of them on board, not enough lifejackets as well, they where sinking, going down and he was not being dragged to the depths with them. He gets it, he really does. He was once like them all, he bought right into it, all of it, he believed so much in everything that was being shuffled onto the spoons and stuffed down there throats, but the party music has stopped and with it being stopped, all you can hear is the deafening silence and being able to actually hear and see, it is all around you, it is everywhere, this is nothing other than a complete and utter bullshit lie, a perfect family they were not, they were nothing other than lambs to the slaughter, all of them, starting with mega bitch here and working all the way down to him.

“Listen for once, because your running out of time, all of them are, but I only need you.”

Her wealth, her influence, Miranda honeypot and the one who banked rolls everything, but deep pockets and endless wealth does not change the fact that she was the same as the others, once the money dried up she would be finished, and if she cannot see that for herself, then she was truly a lady of fools and nothing more. Where has Miranda gone, where is she right now, she was more isolated than ever before, less meetings, less sightings, less of everything, it was as if his dream has come true, if anyone knows where Miranda was, it was this mountain of a bitch, but with that, less Miranda was never anything good, she was working on something, and it did not benefit any of them if Miranda could actually break through and complete her work.

THEN WHAT WOULD BE THE POINT OF THEM; HOW DO THEY FIT INTO THE PERFECT FAMILY. SIMPLE. THEY FUCKING DON’T.

If they thought he was going to sir around and wait for his death at the hands of Miranda, then they where all outta there fucking minds, he had plans, big fucking plans, whatever Miranda can do, he can do, better than her, he was a genius, he made machines, from scrap, so many companies will pay him his weight in gold and silver for just one of his creations, but an entire army of them, would set him up for the rest of his life without failure, problem is, there is no escape, no one leaves, the village, ever, and he wanted out,so badly and to be as far away from here as possible.

“You’re a tyrant.” As he slammed down the blueprints before her, yeah she was a tyrant and a bitch, but he was talking more about the weapon, than a title to insult her. “She sold you out, they have recreated you, over and over.” As he slammed more down, different versions, of her, but all getting worse and worse, Miranda was many things, but anyone trying to perfect her work, was doomed to fail. “The same as all of us as well.” As he tossed the folder across the table, different creations, monsters in her eyes, but weapons within his own, and all of them trace all the way right back here, to there beloved mother.