Pretty as the Vine
11-02-2024, 10:39 PM
Sericea felt a shiver ripple through her at Setekh's words, his honeyed voice both a caress and a subtle warning. She sensed the threads of power woven into his praise, binding her ever tighter to his vision. A part of her wanted to shy away from the intensity of his gaze, to retreat into the safety of her youth. But a larger part craved his approval, hungered for the dark promise in his words.
She felt the weight of Setekh's question settle upon her like a mantle, heavy with unspoken expectations. She met his molten gaze, her own acidic green eyes flickering with a myriad of emotions - devotion, uncertainty, a desperate need to prove herself worthy of his tutelage. Sericea swallowed hard, gathering her thoughts before answering. "I crave... worth." she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to be more. I want to stand out, to be exceptional. To be worthy." Her words hung in the air between them, a confession born from the deepest recesses of her heart.
She took a step closer to Setekh, her movements deliberate yet tentative, as if testing the boundaries of their dynamic. "I want to learn from you, to become everything you see in me," Sericea continued, her voice gaining strength as she spoke. "Your teachings, your vision - they ignite something inside me. A hunger to be more.” She lifted her chin, meeting Setekh's piercing gaze head-on. In that moment, she felt a flicker of the power he promised, the potential waiting to be unleashed under his guidance. It was intoxicating, this sense of purpose, of being chosen for something greater.
Sericea felt the warmth of Setekh's touch linger on her shoulder even as he withdrew, his words echoing in her mind like a dark lullaby. She leaned into his chest for a fleeting moment, savoring the closeness, the sense of being enveloped in his power and presence. As he pulled back, she met his gaze, her eyes alight with a newfound determination.
"Influence," she repeated softly, testing the word on her tongue as if tasting its potency- her attention hinging on his every word. She began to nod slowly, absorbing Setekh's lesson. She could feel the weight of his expectations settling upon her shoulders, but rather than bowing under the pressure, she felt herself standing taller, rising to meet the challenge. "I understand, Grandfather," she said, her voice steady despite the nervous energy thrumming through her veins.
Sericea drew in a deep breath, steeling herself for the task at hand. Setekh's challenge hung in the air between them, a gauntlet thrown down, daring her to prove her mettle. She met his gaze, her acidic green eyes reflecting a glimmer of his own molten intensity. Slowly, deliberately, she began to circle him, her movements fluid and graceful, like a dancer weaving a spell. "You seek power, Grandfather," she murmured, her voice low and honeyed, a siren's call. She was not totally blinded by a child’s innocence. She knew what the glint of ambition looked like- or so she thought. "You crave control, the thrill of bending others to your will?" Sericea let her words hang in the air, trailing off as if they were more of a question than an accusation- allowing the silence to stretch between them, heavy with unspoken implications.
She paused behind Setekh, just out of his line of sight, her presence a tangible force at his back. "But what drives that hunger?" she whispered, her breath ghosting in exhale. "Is it the need to prove yourself, to rise above those who would doubt your greatness?" She moved to face him once more, her gaze locking with his, unflinching. Sericea continued circling Setekh, her gaze never wavering from his. "Or perhaps, it is something deeper," she mused, her voice taking on a softer, almost sympathetic tone.
"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"
She felt the weight of Setekh's question settle upon her like a mantle, heavy with unspoken expectations. She met his molten gaze, her own acidic green eyes flickering with a myriad of emotions - devotion, uncertainty, a desperate need to prove herself worthy of his tutelage. Sericea swallowed hard, gathering her thoughts before answering. "I crave... worth." she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to be more. I want to stand out, to be exceptional. To be worthy." Her words hung in the air between them, a confession born from the deepest recesses of her heart.
She took a step closer to Setekh, her movements deliberate yet tentative, as if testing the boundaries of their dynamic. "I want to learn from you, to become everything you see in me," Sericea continued, her voice gaining strength as she spoke. "Your teachings, your vision - they ignite something inside me. A hunger to be more.” She lifted her chin, meeting Setekh's piercing gaze head-on. In that moment, she felt a flicker of the power he promised, the potential waiting to be unleashed under his guidance. It was intoxicating, this sense of purpose, of being chosen for something greater.
Sericea felt the warmth of Setekh's touch linger on her shoulder even as he withdrew, his words echoing in her mind like a dark lullaby. She leaned into his chest for a fleeting moment, savoring the closeness, the sense of being enveloped in his power and presence. As he pulled back, she met his gaze, her eyes alight with a newfound determination.
"Influence," she repeated softly, testing the word on her tongue as if tasting its potency- her attention hinging on his every word. She began to nod slowly, absorbing Setekh's lesson. She could feel the weight of his expectations settling upon her shoulders, but rather than bowing under the pressure, she felt herself standing taller, rising to meet the challenge. "I understand, Grandfather," she said, her voice steady despite the nervous energy thrumming through her veins.
Sericea drew in a deep breath, steeling herself for the task at hand. Setekh's challenge hung in the air between them, a gauntlet thrown down, daring her to prove her mettle. She met his gaze, her acidic green eyes reflecting a glimmer of his own molten intensity. Slowly, deliberately, she began to circle him, her movements fluid and graceful, like a dancer weaving a spell. "You seek power, Grandfather," she murmured, her voice low and honeyed, a siren's call. She was not totally blinded by a child’s innocence. She knew what the glint of ambition looked like- or so she thought. "You crave control, the thrill of bending others to your will?" Sericea let her words hang in the air, trailing off as if they were more of a question than an accusation- allowing the silence to stretch between them, heavy with unspoken implications.
She paused behind Setekh, just out of his line of sight, her presence a tangible force at his back. "But what drives that hunger?" she whispered, her breath ghosting in exhale. "Is it the need to prove yourself, to rise above those who would doubt your greatness?" She moved to face him once more, her gaze locking with his, unflinching. Sericea continued circling Setekh, her gaze never wavering from his. "Or perhaps, it is something deeper," she mused, her voice taking on a softer, almost sympathetic tone.