Post by asher rowan burke on Jun 9, 2021 0:51:05 GMT -7
With venom on their tongues
they paint it on the walls
Summer 2024
Diana crumpled to her knees before him. Asher lowered his wand to get a better look at the girl—the child on the floor. They’d told him she had just graduated from Hogwarts and was bound to serve Elaine. Seeing the sight in front of him, he wondered what made her so special aside from her Metamorphmagus abilities and would Elaine pick someone with such a weak mind to help their cause. In the silence, he could hear her sniffling and silently pleading for him to stop. Diana’s mind was weak. It had hardly taken him any effort at all to get in. There were flashes of what he assumed was her family: a twin, a brother, a sister, and three blonde girls. ”Get up.” He spoke in a bored tone. There would not be any sympathy from him.
A piercing stare met her dark eyes as he noted her hair had lost a blonde streak that was there when she walked in, and even her face had changed—she looked like the other girl with dark eyes that he’d seen in her head. ”Get. Up.” Asher spoke again, and slowly Diana obliged, but in comparison to Asher’s rigid posture, she was slumped over. Again he raised his wand but paused. ”I don’t care what you promised Elaine. Your mind is weak. We are going to keep doing this until you get it absolutely perfect.” Perfection was the only answer. How could this girl be trusted to run around with the most precious of secrets? Pausing for a beat, Diana’s eyes were wide with fear as if just the intensity of his blue eyes and stare could read her mind on their own. Wordlessly he cast the spell and met a feeble resistance. This time he saw an older man, perhaps her father, but there was fear in his face. A dark-haired sister with blue eyes, betrayal in them.
Asher retreated from her mind. Diana was back on the floor, tears beginning to stream down her face. ”Your first lesson—compartmentalize your emotions.” If she wanted sympathy, she wasn’t going to receive it. Each tear she shed only demonstrated to Asher that this would not be an easy student. She didn’t have the will to fight back. The things she held most dear were in the very forefront of her mind. Such an easy target—the perfect target. If only she could build a backbone and give herself the purpose that gave her that will to fight. That weakness is what got her here, isn’t it? Asher clenched his jaw, his gaze never leaving her. ”Again.”
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