948. Wolny i okrutny, 8
(Rose)
Nokarlık raised her sword slowly toward me, but with a ferocious smile this time.
N - Your tricks won’t help.
I smile a little too, with some more ferocity in my eyes.
My arms still shake a little, but she’s right...
What I want, what I need, what I ought... To heal and again resurrect over.
I’m not my mother. I require more fire...
My hair stands slightly over. The golden doors are slightly pried open inside my cells.
I’m not a natural at replicating or arranging flesh like them, but I know how to tweak what it can deliver!
It’s my time to roar a little and make the ground tremor. My brows are furrowed, still a little from last week’s anger. Also a little with boyish pleasure.
To feel my flesh growing stronger, to satisfy an innate lust for raw physical power.
My heel fissures the old rock of that other part of the road we travel by, as I start my impulse and throw myself ahead.
I don’t need shield nor gladius, and the excitation takes me over.
I conciliate as best I can my civilised self and the furious and traumatized ape I also deeply am.
I yell, and I strike without restrain. I trusted her to either dodge or parry anyway. Which she nimbly did.
My hand brushed away the sword that came to strike me as if it had been a twig.
My other hand went for her throat in the ensuing forceful momentum.
She did something to her size and weight I didn’t have time to understand. The next instant she was throwing a punch from below to my chin and neck.
I think parts of me broke as I was thrown, but I also just as nimbly reacted.
I busted the golden doors open while I was knocked out in the air.
Wings. Wrath. And light...
I twirled like a cat, like I never normally would have. I swam for a short instant, through the layers of air.
My feet lightly landed, in a steady posture. I raised a face even further away from my ideals to her.
Nokarlık had a shiver at my paler tone and older grin.
Right now and since I got that open link to the source in my back, energy is not a problem. How much I can safely and intellectually handle is.
But right now I need to get some heat out of me organism.
And if it’s far, far too late to re-inculcate some humility into my daughter’s uncouth and thick skull... I still really feel like I ought to try.
Maybe it’s mostly pain and guilt speaking. But my thorns are itchy.
I yelled, throwing more potential to change flesh than she would have expected out of my arm.
The ground ruptured as the growing roots became part of me and my will, and were pulled through it to me. All the flesh from the surrounding plants and an entire arm of mine turned into vines thrown at her.
More than an arrow, I shot an entire collection of Blume’s vines to grab her and keep her down.
She got confused by the weirdness of that attack and the sudden explosion of growth from both my arm and the ground before us. The surprise was enough to get her entangled entirely.
Tied up and nearly strangled all over, she was about to fall down. But knowing full well what she would do next to recover, I rushed immediately over.
My thorns scratching her skin instilled enough of our collected and rearranged mind to conflict with her own orders.
I’m not poisoning her to die, but just enough to impair her odd translation of flesh power. I’m shutting forcefully her own cellular doors to the other side.
And it hurts her in more ways than one suddenly.
She yells and cries like she never has. Nokarlık is abruptly in the most intense physical pain. I guess that’s what happens when some parts of yourself try to multiply their volume and weight, but the surrounding parts cannot anymore.
She yells and rummage in more violent pain than I anticipated and I doubt she would fake it that far, so I release the hold.
I let her curl up in her ripples of skin, hair and flesh trying to realign, while I recompose my own self beside.
My arm reappears from the collection of tissues gathering, until it returns to the composition of human skin, pale and fair. I feel how the white bond in my back channels some of the required energy from the source somewhere, to allow my whims to come true. It’s odd... But convenient.
My fingers move normally. I’m cooling down. In a weird way, I’ve given my daughter the good slap she deserved for toying with me. How I felt at the time was not the right excuse to see it as an opportunity to abuse me.
She should have realised that.
I poke her. She’s twitching on the ground, unable to stand and her face still constricted by intense pain.
I poke her here and there, making her twitch in painful responses. She holds her tears as she lies defenceless.
R - Do you understand now?
N - ....
My index’s nail courses a little meanly along the skin of her collarbone facing me, making an inflamed nerve react. I poke her again, making her moan. She’s struggling. I stop there.
I stand up and stretch. I breathe. My body has had a good sweat. These events when I release light or use it instead always are something feeling intense in more ways than one.
I make sure my entire organism is cooling down steadily without weird side effect accumulating, and that my mind as well is not sliding in an unsteady dizziness.
My heart is still beating rather fast. I liked it...
I stretch my arms above my head again.
Nokarlık manages to stand up beside, slower and more humble than I expected.
I get closer to hold her, helping her. I kiss her cheeks and hold her while she’s still a little struggling to recover her senses and balance.
N - You’re a terrible mother...
R - I know.
N - And I...
R - I know...
She still loves me a lot, as much as any true daughter, and maybe a little more. With a little too much physical desire for sure.
I pinch her cheeks while she still feels too weak to fight me off. Who’s been a good and bad daughter hm?
N - I will eat you someday.
R - That day is not today.
I laughed it off but I know she means it in more ways than one.
She has her own primal instincts, and they come less from ape and more from beings-like-her.
R - I’m sorry I called you an ogre.
N - I’m sorry for playing you over...
Good enough for now.
R - With how much you crave pleasure... I’m puzzled I’ve not returned a grandmother to a handful of little imps.
N - I don’t have the craving to multiply yet.
She’s just looking to indulge in hedonism, more about pure pleasure than mating and filling a natural desire.
We walk away, still sharing an arm around each other. She can enjoy this touch at least.
N - When will you let me...
R - It’s not about time exactly.
I’m ageing... She’s too much...
I swallow and then give an improper caress to her neck, giving her a thrill.
I know I shouldn’t raise her hopes too much, inspiring her wrong inclinations.
I kiss her neck, making her shiver.
I’m really an awful mom to her, so she’ll have to suffer her own fires a while longer.
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