Molly Carpenter | The Dresden Files (![]() ![]() @ 2013-10-24 09:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2013 october, ~~!35 points, ~~molly carpenter (ladyofwinter), ~~sookie stackhouse (welcomedsilence) |
WHO: Molly Carpenter and OPEN!
WHAT: Molly's messed up
WHEN: Thursday morning
WHERE: In one of the city parks (not the larger state park)
WARNINGS: TBD, likely thoughts of sexuality, violence
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
It was cold this morning, but Molly didn't seem to notice at all. Dressed in nothing but a skimpy, cami-style nightgown and a pair of sandals, she was sitting in a swing in a little park by the river, swinging it back and forth idly. The cold air didn't even leave goosebumps on her skin. A closer look made it very obvious that the eyes with which she looked at the world...didn't belong to Molly Carpenter. They were strange, alien eyes, full of the snow and icy strength that made Winter so very dangerous. The Mantle had exerted its control over her, and Molly had capitulated. There was little left of her other than her outward appearance.
She was the Winter Lady. The youngest of the Winter Fae, High Sidhe, successor to Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness. She saw not days in her eyes, but years, centuries, millenia spread out before her. All of time, all of existence, and Winter's specific and very important role in protecting it. They were not the evil that so many mortals thought they were, but they saw little reason to disclose their part in the war for existence to such insignificant creatures. And mortals were insignificant. Little puffs of life to be played with before they faded like a dandelion, blown away in the wind, never to live again. Such short lives they had.
They were, of course, fun to play with. And her Knight was longer lived than most. Perhaps she had been petty; she wouldn't deny the charge. But he was going against tradition, even if it wasn't Winter law. Everyone knew that the Winter Knight and the Winter Lady were supposed to be together. It always happened. Slate and Maeve had enjoyed each other. Why was she left out? It wasn't right. And by god, she'd have him, if she had to destroy everything he loved.
Something inside her, something small and soft - Molly, perhaps? - tried to fight this thought, but she was so weak. That little mortal spirit wouldn't be around much longer. She didn't matter. Winter Mattered, and the Mantle mattered, and the Mantle was stronger.
She pushed her feet off the ground, noting in the back of her mind that the ice on the chains of the swing hadn't been there before she'd put her hands on them. Such a little thing didn't break her deal with Dresden, but she would have to be careful that she controlled the rest of it. She was incapable of breaking a deal, and she would make him suffer if he tried.
Hearing footsteps behind her, she stopped the swing, and turned her head to face whoever had dared to invade her solitude. She fixed them in her cold alien eyes and raised an eyebrow imperiously.
"May I help you, mortal?"