Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2024 20:44:37 GMT
She paced slowly around the canvas, hands tracing tape wrapped ropes and listening to the creak of the spring and boards under foot.
How much more was this business she loved going to ask from her?
She took a moment to stride into the middle of that ring shaking her shoulders as she took a meditative position and closed everything out, the noise the drama, the whirling thoughts of vengeance listening to the beat of her heart.
To the beat of the universe where rainbow met the stars of red and the Inverted pyramid became a mirror, her own baby blues meeting flecks of gold staring up at her pale reflection that angry voice that gnawed at her damaged heart and demanded vengeance, the beast was hungry and it wore the Kane name like a sword.
We want revenge.
I know, but Astrid and Hope need me.
We want their souls flayed into naught but dust.
I know, but I remain the lighthouse in the storm.
Push your fingers into the wet; we gave you permission in our regulations little girl; they take and take and take and you show them mercy.
But I hoped.
Hope is a disease.
So is hate.
He Killed your husband, he hurt your wife and he spits in your face and worst of all he does it with the Family who deny you.
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD.
Are you done?
She reached out to herself and their fingers touched as she smiled and in her mind's eye pushed past that mirrored veil into a silvery lake of mercury gripping a wrist to pull it close hugging in like a lover or a friend.
We don’t just need your permission, we need hers, we have to face the abyss.
She can handle her own affairs.
She could use a friend, they all could.
Your optimism astounds me.
The embrace tight end before familiar faces looked at each other and she ushered the beast back where they were comfortable, coming out of her meditations there was the whisper something else, the sound of thunder as she rolled out of the ring, picking up a phone to snap it open.
She scrolled through the names on her phone.
Astrid <3
Brooklyn(woof)
Ciara
Dawn
Eternity
Fi
Gilmoregirls
HarperD
Kidd(Warren)
Row Row
She lingered on that name maybe a little too long, tapping at the plastic as she breathed , Row wasn’t hot on tech, never had been but well there were ways to contact Rowan Mcdonnaugh that would get her attention.
She looked up at the ceiling even as she sighed and sang to herself the opening bars of her old theme song.
“We all recognize…That I’m…The problem here..”
She looked down at the phone and paused switching to other lyrics she knew all too well.
“Best of cruel intentions..Binding what they fail to mention.”
She chuckles a little to herself and wipes at her eyes some even as she paused on next name she’d stopped on.
Vee.
She started to craft a message, this was the ritual, the start of it, the initial pen stroke that started the drums, a symphony of strings that would lead to maybe to a crescendo, maybe to nothing all.
But she couldn’t keep watching any more, she had to do something.
Hey V, Brook, Row I dunno which one of you is gonna read this if any of you are.
I just want you to know …I get it and I wanna ask if we can meet sometime.
A pause.
Some boxes should remain closed.
But here she was opening it, or rather finishing the job Dean , Warren and Jess had started.
If anyone was going to understand this it’d be Astrid, Pan had asked to be careful.
But there he was again at the center of it all.
She’d forgiven Dean once, a tragic accident hell if Spike could have chosen anything it was that, to go out on the shield, but the legacy of it all had been left with her and she found branches wither away no matter now much she had tried to connect.
And still the Harpers were at the center of the Labyrinth.
Pick up your twine, Theseus there’s work to be done.
A lament to sing.
Well howdy there pardner.