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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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Luz hadn't forgotten the nightmares of being in that haunted house formerly belonging the girl that DID die.
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"But that part of her died over time too."
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Certainly seeing that "AU" version of herself had been enough to make Luz scared that she would eventually become as jaded as Superior had seemed to be herself.
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Vira had honestly been through so much. She was glad Deerington was at least a little bit of a bad memory instead of the reality and horror to live through again.
"You think it's better this way?"
Luz wasn't judging, but she was curious.
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"Trench, than Deerington?" She sighed and looked out over the city. "It is not a dying world, and its people are real and very much alive. The Pthumerians' influence is not a healthy thing, not with how alien their minds are to ours, but they're better now than before."
"But... it could be better."
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"I kinda got that vibe too. Everything in Deerington kinda gave off the vibe that it was only a matter of time before things would get dark and scary. But it is at least better than Deerington, and bigger."
Luz gave a weak laugh. "It could. It really could."
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Luz nodded but looked troubled. "Think we'll slowly be able to deal with more of this mess, the more alert and studious that we are?"
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Luckily, Luz was very familiar with how that process worked.
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"Having you around has saved me more times than you know. I just hope I have the chance to do the same for you, when it gets really bad."
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"T-thanks! I mean, it's good to hear that!"
One thing that did help Luz was hearing that her attempt to help didn't fall on deaf ears: it tended to be the way that this was exactly what Luz feared would happen.
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"I just think I'm being myself, or as much as I can anyway. But I'm glad that helps too! If that's something that helps, I'll try to do that whenever I can!"
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They had to hope that was enough for them. It had to be, right?
"I'm with you. I'm pretty famished now myself!"
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"And not even something with mushrooms!"
(OOC: Hehe, I feel like this is actually a good fade-to-black moment as they grab food. But if you want to continue, go for it!)
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