[ a small favor, she thinks. miztli still lives, or her soul has not made it here as mavis' had. maybe it is with the rest of the clan, in whatever piece of the underworld they have carved out. would mitzli go back to whoever had first tamed her? had her spirit ever belonged with mavis' in the first place, or had they only been temporary fixtures, staving off loneliness until this end put their positions in the universe back to rights?
she is, as she always was, alone. and her shadow is here, nestled in the back of her skull to remind her of this.
the unfairness of it drives her to fury, drives her to charge him instead of doing the smarter thing and waiting. she can sense him as close as her shadow in her mind, feel his intention and the way that he means to dodge, and when she lashes out with the knife, she also drives her heel between his feet to trip him up as he evades. ]
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she is, as she always was, alone. and her shadow is here, nestled in the back of her skull to remind her of this.
the unfairness of it drives her to fury, drives her to charge him instead of doing the smarter thing and waiting. she can sense him as close as her shadow in her mind, feel his intention and the way that he means to dodge, and when she lashes out with the knife, she also drives her heel between his feet to trip him up as he evades. ]