[ they watch and they wait... and the payoff is unexpected as the lady of cinders, ilde, pushes her way smelling of smoke and flame.
percy has seen this before. has felt this before. not the heat or fire, not the familiar magic of it blended with something of this world now, but he's felt this... loss of control. the recognition of it sits cold in his belly as he holds his breath, the familiarity like the curl of orthax around his brain, squeezing and wringing every last drop of vengeance and hatred from him and into the form of a six-barreled pistol. a list of names he toted for so damnably long.
the muttering is enough.
(i am my own woman now. i killed him to be free of him. i am in control.)
his voice is cold as he mutters, maybe to himself, perhaps to others beside him. he admits: ] I know this. [ he remembers the fear back on the horologium, the taste of her knife and singe of her ashes. he shakes his head. we put this aside for now, he tells himself. we put this aside and we discuss how she stabbed you many times later. ] Whatever has her, this is a possession of some kind... be it demon or fiend. She isn't herself.
ota come plan and stuff
percy has seen this before. has felt this before. not the heat or fire, not the familiar magic of it blended with something of this world now, but he's felt this... loss of control. the recognition of it sits cold in his belly as he holds his breath, the familiarity like the curl of orthax around his brain, squeezing and wringing every last drop of vengeance and hatred from him and into the form of a six-barreled pistol. a list of names he toted for so damnably long.
the muttering is enough.
(i am my own woman now. i killed him to be free of him. i am in control.)
his voice is cold as he mutters, maybe to himself, perhaps to others beside him. he admits: ] I know this. [ he remembers the fear back on the horologium, the taste of her knife and singe of her ashes. he shakes his head. we put this aside for now, he tells himself. we put this aside and we discuss how she stabbed you many times later. ] Whatever has her, this is a possession of some kind... be it demon or fiend. She isn't herself.