wolves in the middle of town | october catch-all

[acidjail]

Who: Mercymorn the First, Paul Atreides, and you
What: October catch-all, open and closed prompts
When: Throughout October
Where: Various locations in Trench

Content Warnings: Depression, suicidal ideation (passive), body horror, memory loss

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[acidjail]

Another woman, whether lesser or greater than this one, might remark, after closing her exhausted eyes, so it was real, after all. She would, at the very least, consider the confirmation of reality in some light beyond a quiet folding away of the teeth of a comb and the taste of awful saltwater on the breeze. She had been a misery and a horror then; she is a misery and a horror now. She might have made something of that.

The Mercymorn of Augustine's last acquaintance would have bristled at the offer of any aid from him, especially in the reminder of her weakness and dishevelment. She would have slapped the comb away from him completely or launched into a tirade about his flippancy, either one of which would have fallen into their so familiar black waltz.

This Mercymorn, bleached and listless, straightens like a puppet compelled to hoist its own strings. She closes the gap between them, or seeks to, with the tight, controlled steps of someone in pain.

"Bend down," she instructs, calmly, "I wish to examine your brain."