'Weak, disgusting little fae child! What do you mean you won't eat the meat?!'
Closing her eyes, a little girl no older than six muffled a forlorn cry against her hands as she pressed them to her mouth. She tasted salty coppers from where her needle teeth pressed into the soft inner wet of her lips. She was grinding them again, something else they often scolded her for. Where did mommy go? Mommy hadn't scolded her like the elders did...
'Pick that leg up and eat, Cerre, or you'll get nothing again.'
Why were they always so cruel? Didn't they know their faces scrunched up and pinched when they spoke to her so angrily? Their teeth were so sharp and long, longer than her own. They always told the baby girl to eat, eat, eat, and when not eating, she should practice her singing and go out with her other sisters to the sea. But she didn't want to sing, she didn't want to eat, how could she eat when mommy was gone?
'It figures you'd turn out to be a weakling... Your father was a weakling too! And that fool mother of yours, leaving us with such a disgraced mongrel to take care of.'
"Mommy! I want mommy! Where is she?!" But they don't hear her. The mean, pinched face elders don't hear her, or they're pretending not to hear her. All they do is keep shoving food at the youngling as she cries, so all the youngling can do is keep digging her lips together tighter and tighter. The meat's so raw, so red and dripping; it smells like heat, how can heat have a smell? They're circling her now, closing in tighter and tighter as the wind howls and amplifies their cruel, angry words. Mommy, all she needs is mommy. Mommy with her pretty hair and her sweet breath. She can almost feel her skin now, she can almost pretend the rumbling sky and the buzz from the harping creatures above her are the vibration from mommy's humming.
'Stupid, ugly child!'
She could pretend... She could pretend.
'Ignorant little half creature!'
No. No, no. She couldn't pretend, they were in too close again, pressing down on her; choking her. She couldn't breath.
'Beast!'
No!
'Ungrateful waste of flesh and salt!'
NO!
"N-no!" Cerre cried loudly as she jerked awake in bed, gasping for the breath she dreamt she had to fight for. Instantly mindful of the uncomfortable weight of her pregnant belly, a hand came to rest on the bulge almost immediately, hoping to calm them both as she forced her eyes closed. The shadows in the room had too many unnatural shapes, and her eyes stung too much to be trusted not to play tricks with those shapes on her. Lifting her head from the pillow a few times, the violet haired beauty tried her best to get comfortable again, but found it near impossible due to the circumstances of her sudden, violent waking.
There was no weight nor warmth at her back, that meant Angel was gone again. A quick flick of her eyes to the blinds told the young siren it was still too early to be morning, so she felt the loss of his presence all the sharper.
It had been some time since Cerre had come to live with Anyanka, but ever since that first visit during her voyage from the Spire with the late elders, things had been changing rapidly for her. Liberation, understanding, protection, affection and honesty in the place of lust and cruelty. Anyanka had given Cerre all this the day she challenged and laid to the envoy she'd come visiting the rogue siren's home with. Anya, an undesirable like herself, had taught her so much more in the span of half a year than she'd learned in the seventy she'd lived seaside with the whole of the siren community. Then there was Angel... Angel and their unexpected, impossible, unborn child. Angel with his boyish smile and beautiful battle wounds.
In spite of all of this, her nightly terrors had returned, and what's worse, they were stronger than the norm. She'd gone to Anya about them, of course, but her elder had been queer and distant as of late, and given how busy both Angel and Victor were, that left the expecting mother with no one to talk to, save the page boys that delivered the daily post. Unfortunately they'd caught her after a late morning snack and had since made their delivering patterns too erratic for the siren to gauge and predict. So in essence, she had no one. There was Angel, yes, and though she'd long since told her avatar lover she would never bind him to her, that did not mean there was any real lack of care and loving between them.
They had much in stock with one another, and with the future they'd conceived grew bigger day by day in her ever swollen womb, they could no doubt continue to share their fondness with one another. Despite all this, however, part of her was glad she'd not had the chance to talk to him about her dreams or the chilly feelings that lingered from them during the day time. Perhaps it was her imagination, but the nights and days had seemed a bit colder lately. Cold and thick, as a matter of fact. It was the season, yes, but normally one could not feel the air constrict about their heels, swollen or no.
Letting the mundane buzz drone on in her head, it wasn't long before Cerre was off to sleep again. Thankfully, the rest of it was blissful and blank; she'd sleep soundly until the morning.
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Closing her eyes, a little girl no older than six muffled a forlorn cry against her hands as she pressed them to her mouth. She tasted salty coppers from where her needle teeth pressed into the soft inner wet of her lips. She was grinding them again, something else they often scolded her for. Where did mommy go? Mommy hadn't scolded her like the elders did...
'Pick that leg up and eat, Cerre, or you'll get nothing again.'
Why were they always so cruel? Didn't they know their faces scrunched up and pinched when they spoke to her so angrily? Their teeth were so sharp and long, longer than her own. They always told the baby girl to eat, eat, eat, and when not eating, she should practice her singing and go out with her other sisters to the sea. But she didn't want to sing, she didn't want to eat, how could she eat when mommy was gone?
'It figures you'd turn out to be a weakling... Your father was a weakling too! And that fool mother of yours, leaving us with such a disgraced mongrel to take care of.'
"Mommy! I want mommy! Where is she?!" But they don't hear her. The mean, pinched face elders don't hear her, or they're pretending not to hear her. All they do is keep shoving food at the youngling as she cries, so all the youngling can do is keep digging her lips together tighter and tighter. The meat's so raw, so red and dripping; it smells like heat, how can heat have a smell? They're circling her now, closing in tighter and tighter as the wind howls and amplifies their cruel, angry words. Mommy, all she needs is mommy. Mommy with her pretty hair and her sweet breath. She can almost feel her skin now, she can almost pretend the rumbling sky and the buzz from the harping creatures above her are the vibration from mommy's humming.
'Stupid, ugly child!'
She could pretend... She could pretend.
'Ignorant little half creature!'
No. No, no. She couldn't pretend, they were in too close again, pressing down on her; choking her. She couldn't breath.
'Beast!'
No!
'Ungrateful waste of flesh and salt!'
NO!
"N-no!" Cerre cried loudly as she jerked awake in bed, gasping for the breath she dreamt she had to fight for. Instantly mindful of the uncomfortable weight of her pregnant belly, a hand came to rest on the bulge almost immediately, hoping to calm them both as she forced her eyes closed. The shadows in the room had too many unnatural shapes, and her eyes stung too much to be trusted not to play tricks with those shapes on her. Lifting her head from the pillow a few times, the violet haired beauty tried her best to get comfortable again, but found it near impossible due to the circumstances of her sudden, violent waking.
There was no weight nor warmth at her back, that meant Angel was gone again. A quick flick of her eyes to the blinds told the young siren it was still too early to be morning, so she felt the loss of his presence all the sharper.
It had been some time since Cerre had come to live with Anyanka, but ever since that first visit during her voyage from the Spire with the late elders, things had been changing rapidly for her. Liberation, understanding, protection, affection and honesty in the place of lust and cruelty. Anyanka had given Cerre all this the day she challenged and laid to the envoy she'd come visiting the rogue siren's home with. Anya, an undesirable like herself, had taught her so much more in the span of half a year than she'd learned in the seventy she'd lived seaside with the whole of the siren community. Then there was Angel... Angel and their unexpected, impossible, unborn child. Angel with his boyish smile and beautiful battle wounds.
In spite of all of this, her nightly terrors had returned, and what's worse, they were stronger than the norm. She'd gone to Anya about them, of course, but her elder had been queer and distant as of late, and given how busy both Angel and Victor were, that left the expecting mother with no one to talk to, save the page boys that delivered the daily post. Unfortunately they'd caught her after a late morning snack and had since made their delivering patterns too erratic for the siren to gauge and predict. So in essence, she had no one. There was Angel, yes, and though she'd long since told her avatar lover she would never bind him to her, that did not mean there was any real lack of care and loving between them.
They had much in stock with one another, and with the future they'd conceived grew bigger day by day in her ever swollen womb, they could no doubt continue to share their fondness with one another. Despite all this, however, part of her was glad she'd not had the chance to talk to him about her dreams or the chilly feelings that lingered from them during the day time. Perhaps it was her imagination, but the nights and days had seemed a bit colder lately. Cold and thick, as a matter of fact. It was the season, yes, but normally one could not feel the air constrict about their heels, swollen or no.
Letting the mundane buzz drone on in her head, it wasn't long before Cerre was off to sleep again. Thankfully, the rest of it was blissful and blank; she'd sleep soundly until the morning.
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