The reckoning of a Queen

With a more sober mindset perhaps Zee might have softened at the stench of his fear, of his knees hitting the ground beside her and the obvious way she'd overwhelmed the man she loved. However, Zee was not sober and tonight she knew not how to be gentle. She rolled off of her side, trying hard to make the motion fluid but stumbling as her head spun once more. The anger within her bloomed as his retreated. Nobody would fight her, why wouldn't anyone fucking fight her?

Ignoring the fact that he was multiple times her size, Zee moved to slam down her paws upon him as he stumbled to stand. She wanted him on the ground, yearned for the power that she'd felt she'd lost. Deathbelle had taken that strength from her and was too cowardly to show her face and allow Zee to regain it. Through Sirius as her Vessel, the drunken queen was determined to grasp that strength back. Time and time again she told herself - and others - that it was not Sirius she was angry at, though he was the only one around to suffer through her pain. "Do you remember yet?" She aimed to beat upon him again and again with her uncoordinated paws, her voice breaking. "You can't forget her, Sirius, because it makes it that much worse!" If Deathbelle had been so easy to forget, why did she find her lips against hers so fucking easily.