(I should mistrust you. You are the very definition of a witch.) [ Their pretty faces, their sweet and gracious ways, their mastery of illusion which hid the ugly ugly things inside of them. The women who had risen up to face the man who would burn through the world. ] (Cathaway too. She dazzled me with light and noise. It does not make her pure.)
[ A very severe topic for Ilde. Purity. It was important to her, and she wrestles with her desire to have and do what these other women show her. What would it make her, if she took on such guile? Not the girl the King had loved. ]
(I think perhaps he would forgive me. To be strong and thrive, he would forgive me. But perhaps I flatter myself.)
[ She steps back, just enough to loosen her finger's from Angel's and leave the illusion. It is becoming exhausting. ]
Perhaps I can wield such things with love in my heart.
[ Love for Him, so that she would not become what he most hated. ]
no subject
[ A very severe topic for Ilde. Purity. It was important to her, and she wrestles with her desire to have and do what these other women show her. What would it make her, if she took on such guile? Not the girl the King had loved. ]
( I think perhaps he would forgive me. To be strong and thrive, he would forgive me. But perhaps I flatter myself. )
[ She steps back, just enough to loosen her finger's from Angel's and leave the illusion. It is becoming exhausting. ]
Perhaps I can wield such things with love in my heart.
[ Love for Him, so that she would not become what he most hated. ]