[ she does not reach for the food even before it turns to ash, perturbed by the wanton flesh splayed before her. she knows this place holds no virtue, no honour and yet still she gasps, teacup shattering before her. when the visions overtake her.
(they say the people of skagos eat the flesh of their kin, wretched and wild. the stories frightened her as a girl. the reality chills her now.)
instinctively, she reaches for her children, but the strangers at her side only shake and shriek. they aren't here. her fingers clasp the lip of the table instead, gaze flickering to the head of the feast, where at least one of the honoured guests has begun to indulge. vampires, a term only recently added to her lexicon. blood-drinkers. killers of men. they saved daniel, but that's no guarantee they'll spare her.
she looks for him first, her confidant, her friend — only louis' voice pulls her focus, and she searches the table for his familiar face. ]
You have less teeth than the beasts I know.
[ a flash of the dragon's maw in her mind's eye, an endless gullet lined with razored teeth, big enough to swallow the long table whole. the same calm she felt facing meleys' fire comes to her now, helping her to stand on wobbly legs. if she dies, her suffering ends. if she burns, aegon may yet live, shielded by her charred flesh. ]
feast ´・ཀ・`
(they say the people of skagos eat the flesh of their kin, wretched and wild. the stories frightened her as a girl. the reality chills her now.)
instinctively, she reaches for her children, but the strangers at her side only shake and shriek. they aren't here. her fingers clasp the lip of the table instead, gaze flickering to the head of the feast, where at least one of the honoured guests has begun to indulge. vampires, a term only recently added to her lexicon. blood-drinkers. killers of men. they saved daniel, but that's no guarantee they'll spare her.
she looks for him first, her confidant, her friend — only louis' voice pulls her focus, and she searches the table for his familiar face. ]
You have less teeth than the beasts I know.
[ a flash of the dragon's maw in her mind's eye, an endless gullet lined with razored teeth, big enough to swallow the long table whole. the same calm she felt facing meleys' fire comes to her now, helping her to stand on wobbly legs. if she dies, her suffering ends. if she burns, aegon may yet live, shielded by her charred flesh. ]