They say that time...
It was the subtle thief of youth.
Maybe for the Red Blooded Rats. That was the only thing Elara envied of them.
They had no worries of an invaded mind.
They didn't care for a wrinkle in their skin.
And they certainly gave no inkling to the clothes they wore.
They were born to serve, nothing but tiny bugs that the Silvers showed mercy to.
It took one simple thought to make a mind crawl, to obey, to perish. Even easier when the one who possesses that mind was already crumbling to the dust. Perhaps that was what had scared her.
Of course this fear came to pass quickly. One of the perks of having a Whisper for a father.
Needless to say, being a Silver, being controlled, manipulated, and controlling and manipulating itself was not, yet a so very subtle thief of her youth.
And her son's.
I suck at this.
This is the third writer speaking, and have a good day🙂
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*One shots
FanfictionA few random one shots of the Red Queen characters in any part of the series (also au's), since it seems like I was late to the fandom.
