April Marathon - 8. Ambivalence
Apr. 8th, 2026 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormandozoneHow miserable a thing was a witch.
So long had it been attached to bloodlines that it had seen them, from their most noble to the most depraved. And how pathetic they were.
(How it coveted)
All blood and sinew and sin. All calamity, made small. Reflections of their world and outside of it at once. Contradictions. Ambivalent in their means and desires, trying to heal with their harm and hurt with their healing.
(All pretty, usable things were they)
But it was at the end of its witches. One left, the others severed from the potent power it had been forced to offer. One, and unlike her mother, she would not bear babes to shuffle the suffering along. Just the one, this time. The last of them.
Use her up, and all was done.
(Keep her, because oh the fun)
So long had it been attached to bloodlines that it had seen them, from their most noble to the most depraved. And how pathetic they were.
(How it coveted)
All blood and sinew and sin. All calamity, made small. Reflections of their world and outside of it at once. Contradictions. Ambivalent in their means and desires, trying to heal with their harm and hurt with their healing.
(All pretty, usable things were they)
But it was at the end of its witches. One left, the others severed from the potent power it had been forced to offer. One, and unlike her mother, she would not bear babes to shuffle the suffering along. Just the one, this time. The last of them.
Use her up, and all was done.
(Keep her, because oh the fun)
