200 word drabble: Skittering, Skittering
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avatar_500 prompt #47, Charm.
Summary: She tries to summon up something other than revulsion for him.
Skittering, Skittering
He had a certain kind of charm, if she had been willing to overlook what he was and what he had done. Yue clasped her hand over her fist and bowed to him, and he bent his strange segmented legs.
He was the oldest, old when the first of the lion turtles had hatched, old when the world itself had been made out of fire. She was the youngest.
He had been wearing the face of a Water Tribe woman when she had bowed. In an eyeblink, he wore a moon mask, pale and half full, with silver eyes and painted eyebrows. She shivered inside. Tui had been the first moon, she reminded herself, and Tui's face had never been stolen.
The moon mask's painted lips curved up. "Princess."
"Koh the Face Stealer," she said, sliding down to sit against the stones.
"You come to me with a new face, moon spirit."
She didn't correct him.
"What have you come here for?" He whirled on her like a lion-snake, and his voice reverberated around and around her head.
She didn't move. Her face didn't move. "I've come to ask you a question."
He hunched down. "Then ask it, moon spirit."
avatar_500 prompt #47, Charm.Summary: She tries to summon up something other than revulsion for him.
Skittering, Skittering
He had a certain kind of charm, if she had been willing to overlook what he was and what he had done. Yue clasped her hand over her fist and bowed to him, and he bent his strange segmented legs.
He was the oldest, old when the first of the lion turtles had hatched, old when the world itself had been made out of fire. She was the youngest.
He had been wearing the face of a Water Tribe woman when she had bowed. In an eyeblink, he wore a moon mask, pale and half full, with silver eyes and painted eyebrows. She shivered inside. Tui had been the first moon, she reminded herself, and Tui's face had never been stolen.
The moon mask's painted lips curved up. "Princess."
"Koh the Face Stealer," she said, sliding down to sit against the stones.
"You come to me with a new face, moon spirit."
She didn't correct him.
"What have you come here for?" He whirled on her like a lion-snake, and his voice reverberated around and around her head.
She didn't move. Her face didn't move. "I've come to ask you a question."
He hunched down. "Then ask it, moon spirit."
