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What makes a Warlock go mad?
Is it..how they stare into the Void like it is a bright, pulsing star?
Or is it just that they think differently?
Maybe they just have so much knowledge, knowledge of things we shouldn't know, shouldn't ever, know. Maybe they just have so many ideas, and theories...conspiracies, that they just want it all? They want to know what they are fighting for, why they are fighting? But that attracts attention.
That attracts unwanted attention. Attention that is not warranted by the Vanguard.
They question themselves, they question The Traveler, they question their leaders. They are so unsure. Is that what drives them to madness? The unexplained, the mistrust, the unknown? It must be, it must be. Why else would Rey have Eyes all around? Because she's scared? On the brink of insanity? Or..she's attempting to prevent insanity, by being in the know of all that crosses her eye.
They want answers so bad, that they would give themselves to the unknown just to be known. Is it worth it? To know and not being able to pass on what you tried so hard to uncover, to prove? Is that what drives them, to answer their own questions at everyone else's expense? Do they want to share with the world what they discovered in the corners of space and time?
Osiris gave himself to his work, wanting to plunge himself in a sea of time and space fluxes, to uncover what no one else wanted to. He became obsessed with his work, as Toland lost himself the Hive. Both Warlocks. Both mad.
They want to know the truth so bad, so, so bad that they would die for it. Is that what drives a Warlock to insanity? Truth? The absence of it? And when they don't find it..what then? They hate to be floating on their backs in a sea of uncertainty, they want to know, to find, to achieve. They don't want to be on their backs when truth strikes them unexpectedly. No, they want to be ready. Always.
They're also indecisive. So utterly indecisive. They turn from one, sole thing, only to be distracted and wander around another idea, another plause. Another conspiracy. They're dangerous, oh so dangerous. You'll never know what's going through their warped minds, but just know, it isn't pure or pleasant. It is never pleasant in the mind of a madman, they wonder how to make you tick, what makes you respond, what triggers others response. Evil, they are. They do not have double motives, no, they have triple motives.
So dangerous.
Indecisive, anxious, curious. That is what drives them to madness.
"Ban-Ban, sugar or..honey?" Marabell looks at me with indecisiveness. She rolls a cube of sugar in her fingers and a vial of amber honey sits on her bare stomach. We are floating in orbit, with a view of Venus.
I don't bother looking in her cup, because it wasn't going to be filled with anything. But I do look at her. Her dirty blonde hair is matted from grease because she blew the water source while doping around in the kitchenette and she can't take a shower.
"Honey." I say, my voice sounds gravelly and congested. She woke me up abruptly, jumping on the couch and straddling my waist like a thrall. She had been hollering like a screeching Wizard.
She props her legs on the dashboard (in between her teeth she licks at the sube of sugar like it is a sucker), punches in coordinates and sits back, strapping herself to her seat. In her hands she is holding a different coffee mug. In bright pink letters in says 'Love Me Some Thrall Ball' against an orange background. The sugar cube is sucked into her mouth, her tongue slipping out between her teeth to lick her chocolate-colored lips. She dolls out honey into her empty cup. I roll my eyes and look ahead, swiping down my helmet.
Out of the corner of my eye I watch as she tip the coffee cup to her lips.
She's mad. She's already gone mad.
But the question in my head is:
What does she want to know?
There is a loud slurping noise and I growl instantly. "Really? It's actually filled this time?" She looks from in front of her to me, her eyes sliding slowly as she slurps louder on whatever liquid is in her cup.
The corners of her mocha mouth tilt slightly, but she doesn't give anything away as her eyes slid back to watching the scene of passing stars in front of her. I had to know.
I leaned out of my chair to peer into her cup and bite out. "Tea? Is that what you just had to have? Is that why the water source is blown?" She lifted the tea bag out of the purple tinged water, and then my forehead was wet, the herb-filled bag sliding down my face and hitting my legs.
Next thing I know, she is clutching her stomach laughing as a wolf howls, back raised from her seat like she was being lifted into the air. Her breasts heave with billowy laughter as I glare at her madness. She has stared into the Void too long.
Her tea sloshes around in the cup and I watch as it splashes miraculously onto the controls. There is a hissing sound, and smoke curls from the controls of the old ship.
"Hey!" I holler above her obnoxious laughter, slapping her on the back as we were suddenly pulled out of warp, hovering in the atmosphere of Earth. I look below us, and the ship goes dark. She stops laughing, but not completely.
"O-ho-hooo shit!" She screeches as a giggle filters through her hysteria. She grabs my hand as my body starts to leave the seat. My heart is filled with dread. But she is laughing as she unstraps herself. She floats up, and so does her tea. Like a child, she tries to lick it as she floats farther and farther away from the liquid. "W-We gotta get out of here!" She gasps, holding her stomach.
"Nilla, round up all of our stuff, you idiot bot-o-light, dump it in the Vault..we're g-going down." My ears ring. I don't think I heard her right. We're going down?
Her fingers encircle my bicep and she pulls me out of the main cabin.
"What do you mean we're going dow-" I can't finish my sentence. Our bodies hit the top of the ship and I heard her moan, her fingers flexing around my upper arm. We're falling.
I can't hear anything but feel the sudden pressure against my skull as we are pushed out of the ship. Then I hear Marabell's insane laughing as we are falling through the atmosphere.
She's gripping her cup, tumbling through the atmosphere in a flurry of blue skirts, laughing. We're going to burn up, we're going to burn up. Is this what she wants? To see how I deal under pressure? WHAT DOES SHE WANT?
WHAT DO-
Her arms are around me as I watch the ship burn up in the atmosphere. We're glowing hot, like the Sun behind us. I feel warm in the coldness of space. Fucking hell, we are in our lounge clothes, falling to our death, and enveloped in warmness. It's her. Marabell's on fire.
She's still laughing, and I can see sugar in her teeth, glistening in the solar flare that surrounds us. She is crazy. She is unpredictable. Did she mean to spill her tea on the controls of an unreliable ship? I hear a crash, but it wasn't us. Her ship lay in ruins below us, and I am sweltering now and it is not because of her flare. It's because my legs are being eaten up by flame, and so are her's. But she doesn't care.
She. Doesn't. Care.
We hit the ground hard, and I feel bones cracking and then I'm gone. Floating, watching a replay of what just happened. We fell through space, we crashed. Marabelle smiling. Coffee mugs. Honey.
Honey.
I'm on my feet, next to her body. She is alive, her eyes are blinking and she has a stupid smile on her face even though bones in her body are sticking out in places they shouldn't be. Her skirts were singed black, and her legs were caked in burns.
She is madness, insanity, reality. Maybe she isn't looking for the truth. Maybe she's found it.
NOTE- I do not know if I will actually give these characters a plot like there is in Watch As We Burn..but I have fallen in love with my wacko Warlock, for sure... I tried to arrange these mini story spurts the best I can in order, but some of the things I written are vague, time wise. I hope you like my characters as much as I do.
If you haven't already, check out my other Destiny in-progress story..
As for this mini collection, I have one more drabble I will post and then this installment will be completed for now. It focuses on the Festival and Florence and Marabell's friendship more then Marabell and Banner.
Thank you to anyone who is reading this, please review I LOVE seeing my inbox light up with Fanfiction mail. Have a spooktacular day!