starboob
lover / leaver
♕ PRINCESS VERITY (EXILED) ♕
'This is mild?' she thinks, or would have thought if her entirety were not seizing up as the mercury marches into her bloodstream. It should not be surprising that Myrne may have undersold the effects of this procedure. If she allowed herself she may have anger for the scientist for misleading her––the electrode under her eyelid seems like a cat's lick compared to this. Besides, it's not like knowing that it would be completely unbearable would have deterred her anyway, she just would have felt more prepared; she still would have bravely gone through with this for sake of... well, for the sake of knowing that she is not made of bugs, bile, and everything vile. While there is some selfish desire to beg Myrne to make it stop, the thought of the other's reaction stills her and she reminds herself of the pledge she made to help––she must stay true to that. Of course, her primary concern is also the dolphins and she reminds herself of that, even as sweat covers her brow and drips down her face; she doesn't even mind that it is getting into her eyes because it hardly stings when her veins feel as though they might burst inside of her. Her breathing becomes shallow, much too shallow for comfort, but doing anything more seems impossible when she feels heat so fervid it somehow feels icy and it starts to seep into her bones. This, she thinks, would be an entirely appropriate moment to curse and yet no words can leave her lips and she cannot even run from this feeling or stop this process with her body immobilized by the straps and the searing grip of Pain.
With the world dissolving around her, a change that Verity does not notice, or somehow her mind is able to make sense of it and reduce her confusion to null, she begins to calm some. The Pain, while still present, becomes a constant in this state and thus it feels normal, unworthy of noting any further. She's able to take some deeper breaths and the tension in her body dissipates as cinnamon and glass overwhelms her tongue. The spider on her wrist alarms part of her and then the other part is more curious about the sensation. In this dream-like state, she doesn't register Myrne per se, but she does hear her voice and nods slowly, lazily to the command as she remembers just why she is in this strange land in the first place.
She closes her eyes and brings to mind one of her early memories.
"I'm five years old, still a sprite. I'm waiting with two of my sisters by the docks for our mothers to return from the sea. Despite it being the evening, heat beats up from the ground, and the smell of sand, salt, and hot air swirl around me. We spot their boat sailing above the horizon and though we know it will still be many, many more minutes––which feel like hours to my smaller self––before they arrive, myself and my younger sister bounce excitedly. Our older sister, Priscilla, tries to reign in our spirits, but even she smiles having caught our excitement. We begin to chatter about what treasures our mothers may have found or if they will have any gifts or surprises. I suggest that they may bring us a pet octopus and I would be happy to settle for a cuttlefish, since an octopus might be too large for our home.
When our mothers' ship pulls into the dock, they don't even bother helping the rest of their crew unload, they run straight towards us and both gather their daughters in their arms and hold us tightly. They pepper us all in kisses and talk about how much they missed us while they were away. When they pull away, Mama crouches down and looks at me in the eye and asks, 'Now, my little sprite, have you been good?' and I nod my head rapidly, without thinking, without mentioning the glass I broke while they were away, or how the sage sisters had to chase me away from their lessons again, or that I snuck some of Pricilla's treats. Mama doesn't question me, perhaps her mother's eye already knows of my mischief and does not care or she believes me. Either way, she searches her jacket pockets and pulls out a dried starfish from one; she eyes me carefully and tells me that she watched this falling star descend from the Cosmos and made the wish that she could bring this star back for her little sprite. She says that because her wish had been a throwaway, it may still have a wish left in it and that I should use it wisely. I immediately wish to become a princess."
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