[ lumine staggers back to her feet, steadying herself against the arm of the sofa. there's a part of her that still tries to make sense of the mental picture she's been shown, but another part wishes to dismiss it. to try and forget what it contained, what it entailed, what it meant for the both of them.
she cradles her offended wrist, pressing her fingers against the tender flesh. a quiet hiss leaves her lips when pain blooms from where she's poked, wincing.
honestly, with her in pain like this and confused and unsure what's happened, lumine doesn't want to deal with him. didn't he say that if she gives him the usb stick, he'll leave her be? he'll disappear and she'll never have to see his face? ]
I didn't call you anything.
[ is he still seeing the delusion? she doesn't even know. but she sure doesn't even who childe is or what that is all about, even if her "other self" in that hallucination kept calling him that. ]
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she cradles her offended wrist, pressing her fingers against the tender flesh. a quiet hiss leaves her lips when pain blooms from where she's poked, wincing.
honestly, with her in pain like this and confused and unsure what's happened, lumine doesn't want to deal with him. didn't he say that if she gives him the usb stick, he'll leave her be? he'll disappear and she'll never have to see his face? ]
I didn't call you anything.
[ is he still seeing the delusion? she doesn't even know. but she sure doesn't even who childe is or what that is all about, even if her "other self" in that hallucination kept calling him that. ]