Post by Bobbie on Dec 21, 2021 5:22:26 GMT -5
“Do I believe that the witches from Houma have power?” she echoed his words once they were moving again. It seemed to be a difficult question to answer, judging by the long pause that followed it. “I believe anyone can have power, whether they rely on spells and curses or not. Haven’t you ever seen one man – or woman – influence another soul to bring them so out of character? Enough to make them unrecognisable… perhaps someone so dear to you who transforms into another person, all because of the influence of this one … despicable creature.” She spoke the final two words with pure disgust in her tone.
“You see, I knew of one, young master. There was a woman, not a witch. Her clutches gripped onto two men, not a lot older than yourself at the time, and her grasp had devastating effects on all those nearby. They changed. They turned on each other.” As her voice grew softer, it mimicked the sound of a weeping bride as it cut through the hammering rain to pierce into its listeners.
Next, there was silence. Again, Tanako needed to think about what should follow in this conversation – or, rather, how much she was ready to reveal. It was excruciating to talk about, as somehow, it made her heart beat faster as her entire body filled with more sadness than she thought possible until it would overwhelm her and her whole body could just shut down. It didn’t last long, but it was enough to bring this topic to a close. “Witches exist, young master,” she repeated, “but they don’t always ride their broomsticks in the sky or wear the pretty pointy hats. The most terrifying thought is that they walk the earth among us without our even knowing.” She sighed. “Until it is too late... and everything is lost.”
More silence came as her lips drooped as heavily as her weighted hair, deep sorrow plaguing her very being and condemning the woman to endless wandering from one empty endeavour unto another, as she carried a void that simply could not be filled. At least, not until this point of her existence. Could that change? Who knew? She was sceptical, but she tried.
“You never get sick?” she enquired and changed the subject, slowing down as she raised her gaze from the wet ground to his heels, and then up to his head. With a slight tilt of her own, he attempted to look at his face, into his eyes. Isn’t that customary of conversation? The two interlocutors must look each other in the eyes, it was the polite way to interact with another person… but he was ahead of her and that was not an easy task. Taking a deep breath, she suddenly lurched forward, her head peeping through by his left side so that one eye, opened wide, would glisten in the moonlight to catch a glimpse of his own in attempt to make eye contact.
“That is excellent news. I hope it remains that way. Catching a cold can be a death sentence if not taken care of properly.”
“You see, I knew of one, young master. There was a woman, not a witch. Her clutches gripped onto two men, not a lot older than yourself at the time, and her grasp had devastating effects on all those nearby. They changed. They turned on each other.” As her voice grew softer, it mimicked the sound of a weeping bride as it cut through the hammering rain to pierce into its listeners.
Next, there was silence. Again, Tanako needed to think about what should follow in this conversation – or, rather, how much she was ready to reveal. It was excruciating to talk about, as somehow, it made her heart beat faster as her entire body filled with more sadness than she thought possible until it would overwhelm her and her whole body could just shut down. It didn’t last long, but it was enough to bring this topic to a close. “Witches exist, young master,” she repeated, “but they don’t always ride their broomsticks in the sky or wear the pretty pointy hats. The most terrifying thought is that they walk the earth among us without our even knowing.” She sighed. “Until it is too late... and everything is lost.”
More silence came as her lips drooped as heavily as her weighted hair, deep sorrow plaguing her very being and condemning the woman to endless wandering from one empty endeavour unto another, as she carried a void that simply could not be filled. At least, not until this point of her existence. Could that change? Who knew? She was sceptical, but she tried.
“You never get sick?” she enquired and changed the subject, slowing down as she raised her gaze from the wet ground to his heels, and then up to his head. With a slight tilt of her own, he attempted to look at his face, into his eyes. Isn’t that customary of conversation? The two interlocutors must look each other in the eyes, it was the polite way to interact with another person… but he was ahead of her and that was not an easy task. Taking a deep breath, she suddenly lurched forward, her head peeping through by his left side so that one eye, opened wide, would glisten in the moonlight to catch a glimpse of his own in attempt to make eye contact.
“That is excellent news. I hope it remains that way. Catching a cold can be a death sentence if not taken care of properly.”
Tanako: #c1ddfd