Disclaimer: I don't own Blackbird. Blackbird is copyright of Shilin.
Prompt: Do not disturb
Note: Tried to make Blackbird a schizophrenic.
As the moon levitated hazily in the sky above, its light shone through the small window above. A few of its rays fell upon a prone sleeping form; a person who nestled into the comfort of her bed sheets.
Blackbird watched Veloce slept, her eyes fervently absorbing every detail of the sleeping sorceress. Any other person would have been severely frightened of having a person watch over them as they sleep but Veloce was unaware. According to the mage, she believed that Blackbird was asleep as well.
What of it?
What's wrong?
Blackbird grimaced. -It- is awake once more.
Thou shalt rest.
Thou shalt dream.
Speak not to you!
You'll drift.
Guard your tongue.
Be quiet or you'll wake her.
Who?
Our target; Veloce Visrin.
As if she knew she was referred to, Veloce snorted loudly in her sleep. Blackbird stiffened and gripped the pillow. After some shuffling, the sorceress resumed to the land of sand; her breathing even and steady.
Thou have not forgotten about Katheryn, knave? The voice continued as if nagging the poor assassin. Lady Katheryn promised us. She, so much as swore to me!
She swore on what? Her -honor-? Do not take me for a fool!
She will grant your wish; your most wanted desire.
I have everything I ever wanted here. I need not for false promises or empty threats.
The sorceress? Her head is worth more nairos then you can count.
I love her.
I hate her.
Completely taken back the the other voice, Blackbird froze, her cold hands clasped her skull as white eyes focused on the sleeping sorceress, undisturbed by the argument.
...You cannnot mean that.
You have eyes have you, not? The sorceress plays a game with you.
Silence! Begone!
I cannot leave so easily, fool. I am a part of you and I will always excist as long as there is breath drawn from ere's lips.
...
The flesh remembers, Blackbird. The fear, the resentment and the agony when Auresque's powers filled our family grave.
Enough lies!
I do no more than to speak the truth. YOu've made an enemy of the entire magickal fleet of the Maelstrom. Do you know turn to a -sorceress; one of them- for guidence.
I am not with her for guidence.
Then why are you here?
I do what I want and I will not take orders from anyone!
That didn't stop you then. Did you think your actions now would compare with the children you orphaned?
Shut up.
The parents you made childless?
Shut up.
The lives you've ended?
Shut up!
When were you ever tried in a court for all what you've done?
"SHUT UP!!!"
Startled, Veloce sat up awoken by the yell, her eyes wide and alert. "Mhh-What! What?"
The sorceress looked around for any signs of danger, as her hands glowed an eerie green; illuminating the room. She could hear the beating of her heart wildly, banging inside her eardrums... her heart and... wimpering. Emerald eyes focused on a shivering woman next to her. Her hair was disheveled, white eyes hidden behind tightly clamped eyelids and her hands were over her head as if the assass in was cowering.
Wether it was fear as the chill of the night are, Veloce wasn't sure.
Gently, the mage placed her small hands on Blackbird's head and brought her into a timid hug.
-FIN-
Using a faux-Shakespearean dialogue. Not sure if I want to stick with this...