screwthatnoise

♥ v2

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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Intercepted! She's trying to push Mithos back, though, digging her foot into the grassy ground the best she can.

And Lloyd grabs for her hand, but instead he grabs nothing—and instead, he suddenly feels intense pain in that hand, as though every nerve were revolting.

*strains against her a moment, then heaves forward to try and throw her back -- though whatever Lloyd's reaction is might distract him a bit on the rebound*

[HISSES AND YANKS HIS HAND BACK, WHAT EVEN]

You—

She gets sent back, stumbling—and she quickly, deliberately, tries to create a distance between herself and them.

"Annoying..."

Who's annoying! What part of the heart are you?

*stepping forward to close the distance again, after a quick concerned glance at Lloyd :T :T*

[. . . gives him a brief nod back and circles around to the other side of her, still not drawing weapons yet]

Touching you hurts. Why?

The figure remains still, and conceals her weapon.

"I am everything Hail struggled to contain. It hurts her... so it hurts you."

...and what is that everything?

*tucks his knife away, and extends a hand to her...*

[comes to a stop quietly next to her, keeping an eye on her potential to draw that knife, looking down at her hooded face anyway]

Do you hurt, too?

She's not bothering to move, or to take your hand, Mithos. It's as though she's comfortable like this.

"The feelings of betrayal. The feelings of loss, heartbreak, failure... she tried to contain it. Really she did. But I took form. Now I can remind everyone. And no... I do not hurt." She smiles softly. "I feel great."

You're bottled-up pain.

*just...unhappy...reaches to take her hand, then; lightly*

If you're happy, why're you hiding your face?

[trying to tug her hood down, if she'll let him]

When you take your hand, sharp pain is sent coursing through your own.

The hood, however, will move. And the face is somehow not Zwei's, but Hail's. Her eyes are blank and teary, but she still smiles.

"Because I am living the way I am supposed to live. But you are touching me too much. Both of you."

She moves to step back.

*grunts quietly at the first shock of it, but he's braced after seeing what happened to Lloyd -- doesn't let go, though his grip is light.*

Don't leave. Please? You're crying...

[tries taking her other hand, bracing himself]

Pain doesn't have to be bottled up if you can share it.

The pain is piercing and sharp, but if you can endure that you should be fine.

"I should leave... but, I am sharing it."

*don't talk to us about pain endurance!!*

Does it help?

[squeezes her hand more tightly :I]

...her smile becomes a bit more twisted.

"It helps Hail."

*oh boy here we go*

You're part of her.

"I am. I am! I am. If she could just accept me properly, her life would be better."

...'Properly' shouldn't mean letting you take over everything else, though. Even if you're part of her, you're not all of her.

A life full of pain isn't better, either! I wonder if you gave up more of it, if you couldn't see the rest of the stuff in this garden...

"I could take over. You could say I almost have. But... I cannot give up what I'm made out of."

Suddenly, without warning, the tree catches flame.

It's like watching a poorly put together gif: one second it's burning, the next it's gone, dispersing into black vapor that, if inhaled, gives you the urge to put yourself in pain by any means.

And, of course, as this happens, the Echo is smiling, but it's not twisted anymore. It's soft and gentle again.

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