The Stage is Set

I got in the tub Momma, so I wouldn't make a mess.. Kaczor quietly sobbed as she pushed a bloody hand through dirty tresses.

I said shut up! She'd hiss suddenly, sniffling loudly as she turned the small bottle up, taking a deep drink of the lyrium laced alcohol. I won't tell him yes this time, Momma. She took another drink, and then tried to slide the now empty bottle over the side of the tub to let it clatter to the floor. It's be so easy to say yes though..

Kaczor didn;t even look up at who knocked on the door frame and she was far to drunk to recognize that her wife was actually there, empty, sunken eyes finally rolling up to the figure there. This one hurts so much worse than he did, Momma. Her hands angrily swiped at her tears, clearing her vision enough to see who it was, realizing it wasn't Sari come to coddle her, like she needed to be. No, it was Ella.

Ella was here.

Ella was seeing her pain.

Ella was here to make her sign papers that meant Ella had given up on them.

Ella was going to go away and never come back.

The word was whispered softly, louder than a bomb, a last whimper to take away what would surely kill her this time, Yes.

The being that rose from the tub, and pulled Kaczor's body up to it's full six feet wasn't the woman that had built a life around being a wife and a mother. No, the malicious grin that settled across Kaczor's handsome features was too wide, the glint of contempt in her eyes was too sober for the amount of alcohol that had to be flooding the mage's system.

Ahh, Novella.