scratch that, this is a HUGE problem and eda doesn't like a single aspect of it. especially the part where everything seems to be happening so quickly. it feels like she has barely even moved while hunter draws wildly across the page, unleashing haunting design after design. the paper is already starting to tear underneath him.
it feels like something else is tearing too.
ripping, ripping, ripping.
slipping away from her.
she doesn't know what it is. she should know, she should know. it feels like there's something screaming at her in the back of her mind, but her head feels like a mess. a jumble of thoughts, fears, and faded recollections of this ugly golden mask. eda would like to pick apart the way she feels herself react, the intense familiarity she feels with the designs that have been drawn on the page, but hunter freezes in place.
her heart wins over everything else, luring her back down to the ground to once again sit beside hunter. this time, however, she reaches out with her single arm and pulls him close. she feels it when the life returns to his body, but he's already panicking again. )
No, no, no. You're a Clawthorne. You don't belong to anyone.
( let's get that much straight first. )
Okay? I don't know what's happening, but you remember that.
( but what the fuck is happening? was this some sort of curse? had hunter met someone weird when she wasn't looking? was this happening to him because of her? something she did once? )
Was tonight the first time you started to see this?
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this is a problem.
scratch that, this is a HUGE problem and eda doesn't like a single aspect of it. especially the part where everything seems to be happening so quickly. it feels like she has barely even moved while hunter draws wildly across the page, unleashing haunting design after design. the paper is already starting to tear underneath him.
it feels like something else is tearing too.
ripping, ripping, ripping.
slipping away from her.
she doesn't know what it is. she should know, she should know. it feels like there's something screaming at her in the back of her mind, but her head feels like a mess. a jumble of thoughts, fears, and faded recollections of this ugly golden mask. eda would like to pick apart the way she feels herself react, the intense familiarity she feels with the designs that have been drawn on the page, but hunter freezes in place.
her heart wins over everything else, luring her back down to the ground to once again sit beside hunter. this time, however, she reaches out with her single arm and pulls him close. she feels it when the life returns to his body, but he's already panicking again. )
No, no, no. You're a Clawthorne. You don't belong to anyone.
( let's get that much straight first. )
Okay? I don't know what's happening, but you remember that.
( but what the fuck is happening? was this some sort of curse? had hunter met someone weird when she wasn't looking? was this happening to him because of her? something she did once? )
Was tonight the first time you started to see this?