OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

[wrens]

prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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[motherlands]

[ Her gaze lowers to where his hand touches hers. The price of being Mother Charlotte is that of elevation, of being placed on a pedestal, a seat raised above the rest. It means that no one comes near her, no one dare touch her and, to her advantage, no one dare speak their mind to her. Since Constant doesn't prescribe to such notions, he alone is allowed to stand in front of her, face to face; he alone meets her eyes and he alone answers her questions, providing answers formulated by his own mind rather than simply parroting back what's already been said in paraphrase.

Her lashes low, she looks at him again before craning her face upwards, towards his. Her jaw sharpens and her throat lengthens and for a moment it seems very much as if Mother Charlotte intends to offer herself up for his appraisal. ]

And am I generous, Constant?

[ Revenge is always selfish, she thinks. Even when it is righteous. ]

[eyeshined]

[He looks into Mother Charlotte's eyes, and he sees wrath. Driving everything she does, every word she says, all the time she takes to gather people to her and keep them there. It's pure in her, purer than he's seen it in anyone else - and he's seen some wrathful fuckers, closed away in antioch's white-walled hellholes.

She isn't desperate with it, isn't constantly fitful, lashing out at everything and anyone. It's tempered in her, sharpened down to a blade. And Constant has an appreciation for blades.

His fingers press heavier against her hand, following out the slim bones, the lines of tendons, curling around her wrist to touch the throb of the artery there.]

No.

[Selfish to the extreme. Just like him and his desire for survival. They were two turns of the same dial, he and Mother Charlotte. He knew it, and that was why he stood here now, close, meeting her eye, touching her.]