Songs I listened to while writing this chapter; Intertwined by Dodie
Asa;
I sit beside him and say nothing.
I have nothing to say to him at the moment. I just… want to learn…
I want to understand him.
I hug my knees to my chest and let my head roll back as I take a deep breath.
Goosebumps line my skin as the similarity between this simulation and the home I was raised in simmers in my mind.
The air around us hums softly, as my magic settles into the walls of the dining hall.
As chaotic as my mama is, this is one of those times when it's painfully gentle.
Soft in a way that hurts… Soft in a way that reminds me of Father.
I rest my chin against my knee as I watch him.
Elián.
This… mirage is not my conjuring alone.
I'm not entirely responsible for this.
People like to think witches and warlocks create from nothing. That we pull wonders from thin air, and bend the world to our whims like puppeteers tugging strings.
That has never been true.
