twisting love

The slow, low buzzing all around her had become soothing, instead of frighting, surprisingly fast and now, even the high pitched hissing stopped bothering her quite as much as it had in the beginning, when each noise had made her jump in her chains. Now, the only lay there, heavy breathing the only sound she made.

Once in a while the Queen herself would visit her, empty eyes searching for even the slightest wisps of Loves magic, drones swarming around her, never quite touching their mother, but always close enough that they could leech off any magic that might surround her. The Queen never spoke these days, mocking words long since spent.

It hadn’t taken long for them to tap into Loves power, only days, hours, seconds, moments after she arrived, chained but defiant, sure that her friends would come and save her from this hell.

no one had come to save her

Sometimes, when the buzzing calmed down for the night, she could hear voices, slow murmuring voices in the back of her head, but as much as she tried to understand them, the broken words never reached her ears enough for her to understand them. Sometimes, she prayed for the buzzing to start again, for the noise to become unbearable, for the voices to *fucking stop*.

Please just stop, she wants to beg, but she knows that it’ll fall on deaf ears, so she doesn’t.

Its been weeks since she last had feeling in her legs. She hadn’t tried to get up since then, had just laid there, motionless save for the moments before the feeding, when Loves magic filled her veins until she almost burned up, hot, hot, hot hot hot hothothothot love burning her intestines.

Now, the numbness had started to spread upwards, until breathing became a chore, until she almost couldn’t do it anymore, until she was almost gone. Her heart beat slowed down, the poison working through her body piece by piece, her soul no longer fighting.

The pleasant darkness light up with bright flashes of lavender magic. Crystals and swords flying, while her heart started beating again, pumping the poison faster through her body. She can’t help but smile, the faint battle cries carrying into her little cave.

The darkness starts to tighten her vision, until all she could see was the opening, and at last, an angry blue splash. She smiles some more. Finally, she closes her eyes.