2006, Wakanda
My heart and soul were never mine to own
The air is full of childhood giggling and squealing but it all feels like an illusion. From my perch leaning against the wall, Shuri runs around in circles, away from her taunting brother. He may be nearly 20 but he always makes time for his little sister.
What you care to die for?
Never did I think I'd end up surrounded by a family when I took that phone call from Fury. Shuri's bright red dress whizzes past me through the doorway, giggling and shrieking the whole way, "Bye, Birdie!"
A large hand rests on my shoulder, looking over I find T'Challa's young yet warm face. Sometimes they can make me forget the devil's lingering voice and the monster shifting in my skin.
What you care to die for?
One week, 3 hours and 12 minutes... that's how long it's been. It's growing restless, demanding the sweet release of ending a life. Only the bad.... Never an innocent. The screams chide, quickly the soothing rhythms wash them away.
We die alone, we'll all die young
T'Challa smiles warmly and I return it with my own small smile. It's getting easier to smile with them. This little family has taken me in and it baffles me everyday.
What could they want with a monster like me?
What you care to die for?
"You think too much, my friend. You are among loved ones." He squeezes my shoulder, him and his mother can always read me so well. Saint's tail thumps against the floor making look down to find him staring longingly at the doorway.
Snapping my fingers, his head jerks back to me and I make the 'break' sign, letting him take off down the hall after the 9 year old.
What you care to die for?
A soft chuckle turns my attention back to the boy king, his eyes dance with amusement along with his features, "Oh, dear Adhara. If only you could see as we do." He shakes his head before slowly placing an arm across my shoulders to guide me from the family room.
Snow, snow glistens on the ledge, whiskey on the bed
The halls pass in a blur, his warm body chases away the chill around my bones, settling the monster. T'Challa will make an excellent king when the time comes, I've always known that. Guards pass us each offering a small greeting in recognition of their prince and royal friend.
Shake it out and light a cigarette
"How is the White Wolf?" He whispers, as if afraid to startle me, but I understand. They all know of the challenges our relationship has, the queen- no- Mother easily got me to tell her. Cunning woman.
Miss me when you
We come to a stop in front of a wall of windows overlooking the palace pastures, full of animals and lush greenery. Angling myself slightly, I lift my hands, 'Distant... Angry.'
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