[It all sounds so painfully familiar to her, the only differences on the very surface.
"Remind you of anyone, Sunshine?" The harsh, rasping voice that forever echoes inside of her head goads at her, persistent enough that she can't ignore him the way she often does— it's been easier here, with his power dampened by whatever powers govern this dream world, but Tyrann has never let her forget that she's not alone. That he's there, waiting for her to make a mistake, waiting for the chance to get out when she's not strong enough to keep him in anymore.
Her gaze lowers for a moment, jaw set hard, her knuckles going white as her grip on her sword tightens.]
I want to talk to him.
[The demand may be in vain, but she turns her gaze on the advancing creature, unflinching. She's seen worse, she reminds herself. She's been worse.]
He's still in there, I fucking know it.
["Wishful thinking, sweetheart. You're just hoping it doesn't happen to you, ahahaha! Come on, come on! You can smell all that blood he left behind, can't you? Doesn't it make you just wanna sink your teeth in?"]
Shut up!
[The shout is sudden, and aimed at no one in particular, but her glare grows heated as she fixes it on the Noctaere once more.
No way. She's not letting that thing swallow up the person inside, not if she can help it.]
so these two are about to have some poignant shared life experiences
"Remind you of anyone, Sunshine?" The harsh, rasping voice that forever echoes inside of her head goads at her, persistent enough that she can't ignore him the way she often does— it's been easier here, with his power dampened by whatever powers govern this dream world, but Tyrann has never let her forget that she's not alone. That he's there, waiting for her to make a mistake, waiting for the chance to get out when she's not strong enough to keep him in anymore.
Her gaze lowers for a moment, jaw set hard, her knuckles going white as her grip on her sword tightens.]
I want to talk to him.
[The demand may be in vain, but she turns her gaze on the advancing creature, unflinching. She's seen worse, she reminds herself. She's been worse.]
He's still in there, I fucking know it.
["Wishful thinking, sweetheart. You're just hoping it doesn't happen to you, ahahaha! Come on, come on! You can smell all that blood he left behind, can't you? Doesn't it make you just wanna sink your teeth in?"]
Shut up!
[The shout is sudden, and aimed at no one in particular, but her glare grows heated as she fixes it on the Noctaere once more.
No way. She's not letting that thing swallow up the person inside, not if she can help it.]