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deercountry2022-02-22 08:53 pm
miiraculous) wrote in deercountry2022-02-22 08:53 pm
Entry tags:
witch inside and out
Who: Rika Furude & Satoko Houjoh
[For the past month, Rika had been struggling with a specific urge. It was something that used to rise to her throat back home too; An emotional burden that begged to be spoken about, but that Rika swallowed down every time. If she gave in, then everyone would know about her secret. They would know that she wasn't the same sweet and innocent girl that they'd adored the day before, but a witch who had replaced her. They would hear about the horrible things they had done in past lives and Rika feared that the emotional strain would trigger their paranoia.
But she wanted to say it. Now more than ever:
She had died. Over and over, Furude Rika died and was seemingly revived.
The strain of that secret had been heavy on Rika's heart and mind. It had pushed her to corruption, which manifested first as feverish chills. Now, later in the month, Rika saw her fingers curve into claws and felt fangs poking her lower lip. And atop the horrific changes to her appearance, she felt the desire to confess her secret burning more strongly than ever. Wrapping herself in blankets and hiding in her room, Rika had tried to fight her own heart and stay silent.
Until finally, she gave in. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't rid her mind of the thought of Satoko. She remembered how they had held onto each other despite the danger earlier that month and how they had always been together.
You mustn't stress Satoko! She doesn't have her medicine here. What if you trigger the Hinamizawa Syndrome? Rika tried to scold herself mentally, but her feet physically dragged her out of the room. She stood in front of Satoko's bedroom door, trembling from corruption both physical and mental. ]
Satoko..?
[She needed to tell Satoko. The secret was eating her up...
And Satoko would understand, right?
Satoko would want to know, right?
Like the flame and the candle, Satoko would hold onto their bond.
Rika lifted a hand to knock on the door, but instead found claws scratching the wood lightly.]
Satoko... Sa, Satokoo..? A, Are you there?
What: Confessing to being a looper
When: End of February
Where: Private home
Content Warnings: Mentions of Death, Murder, Child Abuse. Will update as needed.
[For the past month, Rika had been struggling with a specific urge. It was something that used to rise to her throat back home too; An emotional burden that begged to be spoken about, but that Rika swallowed down every time. If she gave in, then everyone would know about her secret. They would know that she wasn't the same sweet and innocent girl that they'd adored the day before, but a witch who had replaced her. They would hear about the horrible things they had done in past lives and Rika feared that the emotional strain would trigger their paranoia.
But she wanted to say it. Now more than ever:
She had died. Over and over, Furude Rika died and was seemingly revived.
The strain of that secret had been heavy on Rika's heart and mind. It had pushed her to corruption, which manifested first as feverish chills. Now, later in the month, Rika saw her fingers curve into claws and felt fangs poking her lower lip. And atop the horrific changes to her appearance, she felt the desire to confess her secret burning more strongly than ever. Wrapping herself in blankets and hiding in her room, Rika had tried to fight her own heart and stay silent.
Until finally, she gave in. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't rid her mind of the thought of Satoko. She remembered how they had held onto each other despite the danger earlier that month and how they had always been together.
You mustn't stress Satoko! She doesn't have her medicine here. What if you trigger the Hinamizawa Syndrome? Rika tried to scold herself mentally, but her feet physically dragged her out of the room. She stood in front of Satoko's bedroom door, trembling from corruption both physical and mental. ]
Satoko..?
[She needed to tell Satoko. The secret was eating her up...
And Satoko would understand, right?
Satoko would want to know, right?
Like the flame and the candle, Satoko would hold onto their bond.
Rika lifted a hand to knock on the door, but instead found claws scratching the wood lightly.]
Satoko... Sa, Satokoo..? A, Are you there?