Six word story. #364 (via myfuture-mywriting-mylife)

            “…Well, you’re still stuck.”

   ‶ Yeah, you’re right. ‶

❛would you rather remain weak? i’m not interested  in fighting weaklings— it wouldn’t make any fun.  i’m not here to help you; but to make you lift your fists  at me.❜

   ‶ I don’t have time to waste on people who’d rather 

        mindlessly expend their energy on shit that doesn’t matter. ‶

and she does just that   —   waits wordlessly, fingers knotted in the starch white of her sleeve, arms across the expanse of her chest. her body language screams of her annoyance and irritation, IMPATIENCE, but she makes no move to abandon him.

why is she staying? because she knows  HER KIND  too well; knows the wolf facing a helpless kitten has the means of ending out of this kid’s favor. the human part of her she so desperately yearns to hold on to (  one part that never existed to begin with  ) remains unsure of her ability to stomach someone’s INNOCENCE to reach an unexpected end under her watch   —   god, but that exam….

whatever. kneeling, arms encircling her knees. 

                 ❛   can you walk? i can escort you somewhere safe.   ❜

Pain tempts body’s ability to give in to the weight of distress, to give into the very definition of selfishness, so he does not, for who can let himself prove him right? ( No, boy, your will works even against yourself. ) A contradiction of sorts, he is, but he stammers to position upright, dull gnawing at his muscles causing his face to wrinkle with discomfort & annoyance. 

     ‶ Yeah, I can. ‶

Plain answer defeats no purpose but his own agitation in lacking the motivation he must convince himself he carries. A world in which he remembers unwell, he has just woken from deathly slumber, weak & sore from a reason forgotten, & voice carries not a hint of enthusiasm. 

    ‶ How long... was I asleep? ‶

xstrange:

bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

         REGALIAS ARE PEOPLE                         WHO STILL WANT TO LIVE.

I can’t forget                         

                                I won’t forgive

        “ A magician never reveals his secrets. ♥  ”

      ＂  .  .  .   ＂

oh,

                     how the mighty have fallen…

i will get my R E V E N G E - - -                    no matter the cost

                                                                                                             they will not control us                                                                                                          we will be v i c t o r i o u s

a monster                 a monster                                   I’ve turned into a M O N S T E R.

I think–     I might be…            SCARED.