Mother stands for comfort

[imaglyphwitch]

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.

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Re: Back Home

[subject_013]

He'll look straight at the emerging Omen, one of his rare true smiles crossing his face. "And there's the friendly wolf, delighted with her keeper and companion," he notes.

"In legends, weasels have a poor rep for being crafty, when in fact, they're highly intelligent and clever at maneuvering their environment. But there are also tales of their protecting their families, including those they have chosen as their family," he says, peering over his lenses at her, a gesture as close to admitting she's part of what family he has.

[imaglyphwitch]

Tempest sniffed, as if scoffing at the words, but clearly seemed to be pleased with his assessment. It was, after all, tied to Luz, who clearly appreciated Wesker's words and advice.

"Sometimes being shrewd can be seen as sneaky and secretive," Luz said, "but that's because people prefer to have all the cards showing, so they knew everything about who they're dealing with. I think you need to have that cleverness, so you're two steps ahead of a given situation."

And that other thing he met Luz clearly understood, since she closed her eyes and was smiling softly.

"It's appreciated by the family it has, I'll bet."