Molly Carpenter | The Dresden Files (ladyofwinter) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-10-14 03:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2013 october, ~~!35 points, ~~klaus mikaelson (beyourlast), ~~molly carpenter (ladyofwinter) |
WHO: Molly Carpenter and OPEN
WHAT: In the woods, playing with Winter powers
WHEN: Very early Monday morning
WHERE: The Park
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
WARNINGS: Likely talk of violence, talk of non-con
It was cold in the park tonight, but Molly could hardly feel it. She couldn't really feel cold anymore, although in a duller sense she was cold all the time. It was one thing of many that tormented her since she had taken on the Winter Mantle, that and a thousand other things. She sat crosslegged on the leaves, which were soft enough that she wasn't uncomfortable. She'd spent the past half an hour freezing leaves and rocks and such, trying to see how cold she could make things. She'd succeeded in getting the rock cold enough to shatter, and she was pretty darn proud of that particular fact.
Honestly, she liked the powers that Winter brought her. She liked being able to have control over the Weather. She liked being able to easily cross into the Nevernever. She liked the strength, and the fact that she'd never age, never get sick, never die. These weren't bad things in Molly's mind, and if they were the only changes, well, this might not be so bad.
But they weren't. And that was exactly the problem.
Her conversation with Harry had brought home to her just how much she'd changed. The mantle had taken over, yes, but she was fully cognizant beneath it. She knew what she was saying, and she could have stopped it had she wanted to do so. She didn't. And that made part of her sick to her stomach, while another part surged with joy and power. Freedom.
Did she want Harry? Well, duh. She'd wanted Harry since she was about fourteen. And she'd tried even before she was Winter Lady. But...now there was a part of her - the Maeve part, she called it, that was willing to do just about anything to make that come true. She found she loved wearing nearly nothing. Her body was beautiful, and the influence of the Winter Mantle had chased away any residual shame. But it still wasn't only that. At his refusal, what she wanted more than anything was simply to take what she deserved. And she knew that was wrong at the same moment she wondered why it was wrong. And that made her emotions and senses swirl in a cacophony of confusion that she couldn't make any sense of at all.
And what she'd thought of doing to Georgia...well...she didn't even want to think about that.
She sighed, turning back to the pile of pine needles she'd collected. Moving her hand, she brought it down upon the needles and closed her eyes, smiling as they cracked into a frozen pile of ice. That at least, felt good. She'd not noticed that the entire area around her had dropped to nearly freezing from her emotions and actions, that she'd made this part of the park her own particular corner of deep winter. And she probably wouldn't have cared if she had.