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Mother stands for comfort
Who: Luz and you (and specifically with Luca)
What: Luz tries to resist the hex, and not mutate herself until she finally falls to beast hood
When: Middle of February (sorry Luz, no birthday for you)
Where: All around Trench
She'd read the sermon and was sure that was when the trouble began. Luz had thought, after getting others who'd been sympathetic and lent an ear to her troubles, that she might be able to ride out the crazy of this month, that she'd get to her birthday in relative peace. Unfortunately, things didn't get better: instead, Luz found herself plagues by the past: her father leaving, the scorn of being that "weird" kid in her class, and the things that came with her Deerington and new Trench memories.
After Varian, Luz had been meticulous about trying to keep such thoughts from consuming her, trying to talk to others when she could, listening to advice and meditating more than she probably had any month. But the thoughts kept coming, and no matter what Luz did, she found she was feeling more depressed by the day, even though she interacted with people and did her best to keep her smile up.
And then one day, she found it was starting to feel worse than usual, enough that she even resorted to turning to her bird form if only to escape those memories. Now they were starting to compound, and images of the cave men and the Blood Cultists and their attacks on her began to plague her nightmares. It got so bad that she woke up feeling the cuts in her skin as clearly as she had back then, and she would be breathing hard and be so anxious she stayed in bed.
She had no idea how to stop this, and moments where she started to consider self-harm surfaced, shocking her so badly she took a cold bath, shivering and in tears, wondering what would happen next.
What: Luz tries to resist the hex, and not mutate herself until she finally falls to beast hood
When: Middle of February (sorry Luz, no birthday for you)
Where: All around Trench
She'd read the sermon and was sure that was when the trouble began. Luz had thought, after getting others who'd been sympathetic and lent an ear to her troubles, that she might be able to ride out the crazy of this month, that she'd get to her birthday in relative peace. Unfortunately, things didn't get better: instead, Luz found herself plagues by the past: her father leaving, the scorn of being that "weird" kid in her class, and the things that came with her Deerington and new Trench memories.
After Varian, Luz had been meticulous about trying to keep such thoughts from consuming her, trying to talk to others when she could, listening to advice and meditating more than she probably had any month. But the thoughts kept coming, and no matter what Luz did, she found she was feeling more depressed by the day, even though she interacted with people and did her best to keep her smile up.
And then one day, she found it was starting to feel worse than usual, enough that she even resorted to turning to her bird form if only to escape those memories. Now they were starting to compound, and images of the cave men and the Blood Cultists and their attacks on her began to plague her nightmares. It got so bad that she woke up feeling the cuts in her skin as clearly as she had back then, and she would be breathing hard and be so anxious she stayed in bed.
She had no idea how to stop this, and moments where she started to consider self-harm surfaced, shocking her so badly she took a cold bath, shivering and in tears, wondering what would happen next.
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Now that I think about it, I haven't seen Lysithea in some time. Better go check up on her.
That and the Bond, of course. I have that with Varian and Luca, in case something happens to one of us for some reason.
((OOC: of course, of course! They drop in on each other for tea)!
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...but yes, do me a favor and check on Lysithea. She'd appreciate it.
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[Luz liked Lysithea a lot, so she'd be pretty devastated if she didn't come back. And who would run the bakery]?!
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So, Lysithea will likely be complaining about waking up in the gunk soon enough.
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[Too bad Luz, you'd be getting just that in another month].
Yup, that sounds like her. I probably should get some towels and stuff for when she does finally get free.
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That's always one of the hardest parts of things about living here. The knowledge that we might lose a friend from time to time. But yes, I think she'd appreciate being able to clean up almost immediately.
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Knowing her? That's so true. I used to think that I never knew someone who seemed so fussy, but I've come to really admire that about her now! She's a perfectionist to a fault, and she's proud of that.
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I think.
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[Yup, Vira-Lorr was a fan]
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[Luz was always just trying to keep the peace. It was hard enough to get everyone on the same page, so why not work to keep things together]?
You guys make it easy by being so great!
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So, it's kind of a symbiotic thing, where we can all feed off of each other's good vibes, right? That's how I'm going to think of it either way.
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Maybe less about feeding off since it makes us sound like parasites, but sure!
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Uh, nope. Those stay in my nightmares, where they belong!
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[... Vira-Lorr would have been at home in Gensokyo. Mystia had a stand of that crap.]
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[Luz had made the mistake of looking them up once and saw someone's creepypasta with a lamprey made of someone's eyeball. She couldn't really look at a picture of them afterward].
How do they taste?
[That didn't mean Luz wasn't curious].
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(OOC: Totally guessing here. I'd assume they're like eel and I've had eel, ahah.)
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[Luz wouldn't completely rule it out, even if the idea of a lamprey still slightly terrified her].
(OOC: Now I want to try Lamprey, since I like eel).
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(OOC: Apparently people do actually grill it up, which shouldn't surprise me.)
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[That's what happened when you had a fishboy(?) for a house mate. Luz would have killed for a lemon though].
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How much would you want?
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