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The world stood suspended in silence, more still than was natural. Frozen with hostility and some other, puissant force. The only tremor was around the younger Kingsley, who seemed to pulse ever so slightly, with power.
"I'm warning you, you..."
The elder woman's words dripped with venom, but she seemed hesitant to finish her sentence. Not because of guilt, or reluctance to hurt, but rather because she had suddenly noticed the haunting placidity of the room around her.
"'You... what'? You monster?"
A step forward, towards her mother, but the parent found she could not step back. Was it fear? Or some other force, holding her there?In the moment, she could not tell. All she was certain of was this thing advancing towards her, and the hellishness of it.
"What are you-"
"You should be careful, mother,"
Their faces inches apart, the beast's expression was calm, but her eyes betrayed something else. Something cold. Sinister.
"Who knows... what this monster might do."
"I'm warning you, you..."
The elder woman's words dripped with venom, but she seemed hesitant to finish her sentence. Not because of guilt, or reluctance to hurt, but rather because she had suddenly noticed the haunting placidity of the room around her.
"'You... what'? You monster?"
A step forward, towards her mother, but the parent found she could not step back. Was it fear? Or some other force, holding her there?In the moment, she could not tell. All she was certain of was this thing advancing towards her, and the hellishness of it.
"What are you-"
"You should be careful, mother,"
Their faces inches apart, the beast's expression was calm, but her eyes betrayed something else. Something cold. Sinister.
"Who knows... what this monster might do."
...
When it came to partying, Petra had often been advised to show caution. Her temper, combined with her powers, tended to be dangerous on a normal day, but when alcohol was present and hormones were high- 'twas something of a recipe for disaster.
That said, she felt little apprehension as she readied herself for the annual bonfire night. Perhaps it was her own selfishness- that knowledge that if she did lose control, it would likely be someone else paying for it. Or perhaps she had simply softened over this past year, and eased away the hidden anxiety that often accompanied her daily dealings with the dangers of her powers.
Perhaps, after her most recent confrontation with her mother, she just really needed a drink.
Arriving at the bonfire, she felt the gazes without meeting them, and, like usual, the sensation invoked the slightest smile of satisfaction. Her reputation preceded her, but she never failed to live up to expectations. Perhaps that wasn't something to be proud of, considering some of the stories, but such a notion did not sway her pride, and as she caught sight of a familiar tall figure, her smile only grew.
Cutting through the crowd, she made her way over to the steadily growing group, and bit back a flush of dissatisfaction at the extra company. It wasn't that she disliked Lance and Lucy. They were... fine. Likeable, even. But there was something about the introduction of others that never failed to disappoint her slightly- she thought it may be her possessiveness, although other times she liked to pretend such a thing didn't exist.
Initial reaction vanishing almost immediately, by the time she'd made it to the group she was all pleasant smiles, and holding a mix of something alcoholic in her hand. Sidling up next to Daniel, she gave the group a cursory greeting smile, catching the end of Lucy's comment.
"Judging from the general sobriety, I take it I haven't missed anything too interesting?"
Is there such a thing, at events such as these? She kept her cynical, stick-in-the-mud thoughts to herself, already anticipating what the dizziness of her drink may do to her.
She was right... she did need a drink.
That said, she felt little apprehension as she readied herself for the annual bonfire night. Perhaps it was her own selfishness- that knowledge that if she did lose control, it would likely be someone else paying for it. Or perhaps she had simply softened over this past year, and eased away the hidden anxiety that often accompanied her daily dealings with the dangers of her powers.
Perhaps, after her most recent confrontation with her mother, she just really needed a drink.
Arriving at the bonfire, she felt the gazes without meeting them, and, like usual, the sensation invoked the slightest smile of satisfaction. Her reputation preceded her, but she never failed to live up to expectations. Perhaps that wasn't something to be proud of, considering some of the stories, but such a notion did not sway her pride, and as she caught sight of a familiar tall figure, her smile only grew.
Cutting through the crowd, she made her way over to the steadily growing group, and bit back a flush of dissatisfaction at the extra company. It wasn't that she disliked Lance and Lucy. They were... fine. Likeable, even. But there was something about the introduction of others that never failed to disappoint her slightly- she thought it may be her possessiveness, although other times she liked to pretend such a thing didn't exist.
Initial reaction vanishing almost immediately, by the time she'd made it to the group she was all pleasant smiles, and holding a mix of something alcoholic in her hand. Sidling up next to Daniel, she gave the group a cursory greeting smile, catching the end of Lucy's comment.
"Judging from the general sobriety, I take it I haven't missed anything too interesting?"
Is there such a thing, at events such as these? She kept her cynical, stick-in-the-mud thoughts to herself, already anticipating what the dizziness of her drink may do to her.
She was right... she did need a drink.