Roll (1): Prompt 4
escape, leaving most behind (lose stationary resources, check a skill)
I am feeling more myself, though every day is an aching hole in my chest as I am left alone, and every night a struggle not to give in, not to tear open the neck of my dearest Thieda and do to her what Hrodulf has done to me. Why does she stay? Why did she not flinch away? Thieda tells me I am a Miracle of God, and my hunger must surely fade as life returns to me. Some days, I think about believing her.
It does not take much time before a discovery is made. There are only so many chickens, and the servant girl who replaced me cannot be kept from Thieda’s bedchambers forever, whether or not she proclaims herself in mourning. Thieda sleeps next to me on the first cold morning at season’s end; every heartbeat blinding me with longing I will not–must not–shall not! give into. I watch her chest rise, and her pulse’s slow rhythmn keeping her dream’s time.
The bed-curtains are thrown back, a flood of light blazing upon us, fire to my skin. A familiar face with no name wears an expression that twists from polite intrusion to horror, eyes fixed on the space where flesh once belonged to my neck, red and raw.
Before I can stop her– the urge to pounce, to tear into her instead, to finally drink what is mine by marriage right after all!!– she has fled, screaming for a priest. Thieda snaps awake as I leap from the bed, grabbing what little we can and tumbling out the back of the house before the chaos of the screaming can settle.
The world becomes a whirlwind of the deep reds of a cloak I managed throw on on against the sun, urgent movements and moments, pressed together in small spaces, silent, Thieda’s breath held tight, where mine no longer exists. Finally, the safety of the woods as night falls and concerned voices fill the town, calling for Thieda. Some, uncertain, call for me.
We will go North. To a larger place, a city, somewhere we can slip unnoticed through the world.
Thieda’s hand does not leave my hand. How long can I ignore the call of my hunger to her?