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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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[Look, as much as Luz loved to cook, she also liked to be cooked FOR, and anything that reminded her of her mom back home was well worth it].
Does he? Maybe I'll give him that attention.
[She was definitely going to now]!
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[You're enabling the girl to torment him, you know.]
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[Luz, being the girl that she is, wouldn't want to actually do that to him, but it would be helpful to know that since Reaper did seem like an enigma to her at times].
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I mean. It's been a long time since I've had a father figure like that.
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And it keeps you safe! Win win.
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[Though she was sure Lance might disagree there].
It does! Not that I think we've had any real trouble in that way lately.
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[True, but Lance had his reasons.]
Security is the sort of thing you don't usually think about until the moment you absolutely need it. It's good to have it to begin with.
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You can sure say that again! I don't think I'd feel comfortable without Varian and Fern's traps, or Reaper being a one-man army by himself!
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Oh yes. Besides that, we have Reaper. I don't think anyone is crazy enough to try anything while he lives with us.
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[Reaper, she knew, could be pretty dangerous when he needed to be].
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I'd warn Reaper first.
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[A little bit of magic, a bit of science and some elbow grease, and she'd be good]!
Good point. I wonder when he's coming home.
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You might get complimented if you almost hurt him.
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If they were still dating. She'd have to ask Darth Maul what their status was right now.
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Also, no, she would definitely not do something like that! Fern, on the other hand? Maybe. He wasn't bothered by that, Luz was pretty sure.
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She actually fell to laughing. "Oh gods. So... there was a man here in this place, before you arrived in the nightmare. He used to complain that his assistant wasn't around, and that he never knew when he'd actually show up, because they had an arrangement where he would surprise attack him almost every day to keep his reflexes sharp. Somehow? That almost feels normal."
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Ok, that sounded incredibly funny and dangerous!
"You must tell me the name of this man. He sounds like he had pretty dedicated staff! Also sounds a little bit rich too."
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