Ocellus never asked to be a queen. And when Thorax decides it's time for her to find a mate, Ocellus has to make a choice: the hive, or her own happiness?
Chrysalis reached out, and Ocellus flinched, until Chrysalis placed her hoof so gently beneath Ocellus’ chin, lifting it to look her in the eyes. “You are my daughter,” Chrysalis purred, “and you are so much more than the eggs you will bear. You are the changelings, you are the hive.” She was leaning in so close now, as Ocellus stared at her, transfixed. “You are the queen.”
Later Ocellus will be like that:
“Chrysalis never cared about an audience.” Thorax’s tone grew icy cold. “My daughter isn’t Chrysalis, and you should be as thankful of that as I am.”
Not yet..
“That’s not going to work, Chrysalis,” said Thorax. “You’re not going to pit us against each other.” Chrysalis shrugged. “I don’t need to. Your refusal says more than I ever could.”
Thorax’s quivering stopped. “No,” he said. “You’re my daughter. I could never be scared of you.” Her scowl deepened. “Maybe you should be.”
Now it will get very interesting.
Thorax didn’t even blink. “You’ll always be Ocellus to me,” he said. “No matter what, even if I’ve failed you. You’ll always be my daughter.” With a snarl of anger, before she was even really aware of what she was doing, Ocellus’ horn burst alight, a flare of green in the darkness. Thorax crumpled as her magic enveloped him, collapsing to the ground before her, shivering and grunting in pain as she began to tear the love from him. Behind her, Chrysalis cackled. “Yes, daughter. Give the grub the ending he deserves.”
Chrysalis: "Good! Your hate has made you powerful! Fulfill your destiny and take your father's place at my side."
“You’re scared you’re wrong. That you’ve always been wrong. You’re scared that a queen doesn’t have to be cruel to be powerful, to be respected. And so you need Thorax to be cruel, you need me to be cruel because otherwise it’s proof you’re lying to yourself.” Her voice lowered to a growl that Ocellus would have never expected to be able to make before tonight. “And you are.”
Scarily accurate psychoanalysis. I'll never say enough, I've seen few other authors who write Chrysalis as well as you.
Ocellus closed her eyes, searching. And then she smiled as she found what she was looking for, letting Thorax’s love within her well up, surging through her body with newfound power. “Not alone,” she said, and the clearing exploded with light.
Hot diggity dad-gum, that was riveting!!!
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Later Ocellus will be like that:
Not yet..
Now it will get very interesting.
Chrysalis: "Good! Your hate has made you powerful! Fulfill your destiny and take your father's place at my side."
Phew that was intense
Scarily accurate psychoanalysis. I'll never say enough, I've seen few other authors who write Chrysalis as well as you.
Damn it Chr ysalis. You had one job.
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