Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown

The Voices In Your Head

You aren't a real Blight.

Your life has been a lie.

You'll never be a real Blight.

He didn't want you. He hated you.

Nobody wants you.

The voices in Amity's head would not stop yelling at her. Suddenly, all her senses began to mute, her surroundings fading into hues of greys and blacks. She can't see much. The room failed to make much of an impact on her vision.

But she could see Lilith. So she was okay.

She could still see her mother sitting in front of her, so she was going to be just fine.

You aren't a real Blight.

Your life has been a lie.

You'll never be a real Blight.

He didn't want you. He hated you.

Nobody wants you .

Amity does act on the thoughts, because that's pathetic. And Amity is anything but pathetic. She is strong and brave. She would not act on these stupid thoughts.

It's okay. She can still see Lilith. She was going to be alright.

"May I?" the older woman asks, crouching down to the mint haired girl.

Amity nods. Lilith always asked. No matter what her mood was, Lilith always asked, unless Amity initiated the touch first.

She understood that there were boundaries sometimes, which was something Amity greatly appreciated.

Her hands cup her cheeks, caressing the pale skin underneath them. She's done this so many times before, but she can't help but think it feels different this time. It feels different now that she knows Amity is hers and not just her apprentice.

Amity lets her hands fall onto her mentor's. Her hands were warmer than hers, which always seemed to be the case. Amity's hands were always cold. It was just a fact.

It feels so different. Despite having done it for so many years.

Lilith moves her hands up to hair and brushes the little strands away from her eyes. She eyes her brown roots that stuck out in all different directions. It brings a small smile to her face, remembering the brown locks of her youth.

"Before you were born, I was almost certain you'd have blue eyes." She explained.

The thought of Belos' left her shuddering slightly.

"But then... you were born with the most beautiful yellow eyes I'd ever seen. You have no idea how happy I was." she said softly, running her fingers through her eyelids.

Yellow. Like Edalyn's. Like grandpa's. Like the sun and sour lemon drops, Lilith thinks.

"And your hair would puff up when it got wet in the rain, it's no wonder you got an undercut." she giggled and Amity followed suit.

Amity liked this. Lilith is gentle when touching her, always careful. She does not yank at her hair like her mother did when she would dye her hair. She did not have father's harsh grip over her shoulder.

Amity sank into her touch, she felt warm. And suddenly the thoughts in her mind quieted down. No longer did the shouting and the screaming seem so loud.

"What's bothering you dearest?"

"Hm?"

"You just seem distressed."