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fluxscape2021-06-26 12:51 am
ventriloschism) wrote in fluxscape2021-06-26 12:51 am
Closed - Won't you please talk to me
Who: Donna and Mysterio
Where: House Beneviento
When: June 26th
What: Quentin and Donna had set up a lunch visit - unfortunately, things have gotten a little...rough since then.
CW: Trauma, body horror. Will add if necessary.
Donna had actually been looking forward to this day since they had planned it. Evie had done much to work on helping her to come out of her shell, and Quentin had so far shown himself to perhaps be another potential kindred spirit. She and Angie had talked it over, planning to make a nice little lunch and have some good conversation over a little coffee. Making friends. Something still alien, but...a little exciting all the same.
But that was then. Now it's the day and the time, and instead of having the chance to even be nervous about having company, the puppeteer is hunched on the floor in her entryway, shaking after a strange tearing sensation had wracked her whole body. Donna is no stranger to terrible pain, far from it - that's not why she's crying. Angie is cradled in her arms, unmoving, lifeless. Her Angie. Her voice. It's all wrong, all wrong.
She's trying to be ready, just in case he still came, but the doubt has set in without Angie 'there' to bolster her.
"Oh, please...please talk, I don't know if I can do this without you...."
No answer. She knows there's not going to be one right now. She sets her jaw and throws her voice to the dummy from behind her veil, using skills she hasn't had to exercise in a while.
"I bet he won't even come! You're USELESS without me! You're...you're...."
The words dissolve into more sobs, near enough to the front door to be audible.
Where: House Beneviento
When: June 26th
What: Quentin and Donna had set up a lunch visit - unfortunately, things have gotten a little...rough since then.
CW: Trauma, body horror. Will add if necessary.
Donna had actually been looking forward to this day since they had planned it. Evie had done much to work on helping her to come out of her shell, and Quentin had so far shown himself to perhaps be another potential kindred spirit. She and Angie had talked it over, planning to make a nice little lunch and have some good conversation over a little coffee. Making friends. Something still alien, but...a little exciting all the same.
But that was then. Now it's the day and the time, and instead of having the chance to even be nervous about having company, the puppeteer is hunched on the floor in her entryway, shaking after a strange tearing sensation had wracked her whole body. Donna is no stranger to terrible pain, far from it - that's not why she's crying. Angie is cradled in her arms, unmoving, lifeless. Her Angie. Her voice. It's all wrong, all wrong.
She's trying to be ready, just in case he still came, but the doubt has set in without Angie 'there' to bolster her.
"Oh, please...please talk, I don't know if I can do this without you...."
No answer. She knows there's not going to be one right now. She sets her jaw and throws her voice to the dummy from behind her veil, using skills she hasn't had to exercise in a while.
"I bet he won't even come! You're USELESS without me! You're...you're...."
The words dissolve into more sobs, near enough to the front door to be audible.
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"It sounds like a gas I used to use... It would also cause hallucinations. Vivid ones. And terrors."
Seems they had a lot in common.
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She fixes him with a sad smile, the pain from the growth over her eye furrowing her brows a little. Without her powers, without Angie talking 'on her own,' she had been feeling...lost. But this is helping.
"...That does sound similar, yes." A beat. "I...I brought it up so that you would understand. I'm not in a position to judge you. Not at all."
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"I'm sure we've both done things that we regret. It shouldn't take such drastic measures to change your ways but I... had to deal with a lot back home. Death. Hell. Torment... It's very hard to escape from your ultimate fate and I wonder if anything can really make a difference after such a life."