[ hearing is not believing, and ness' expression doesn't quite clear up, even with the enchanter's assurances. she wants to believe him, she really does, but wanting is exactly why it feels so hard to trustβit would be so easy to tell her exactly what she wants to hear, and then turn around and betray her as soon as she let down her guard. that's what all the smart villains do, and even the well-meaning heroes who don't know who they're working for.
still, the conversation goes nowhere if she doesn't take him at his word, at least for now. so ness nods her acceptance of his promise and stares at her hands, considering. ]
It begins in my stomach, [ she says slowly, hushed, ] a squirming feeling, like I have to vomit. It gets more intense, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, but it feels less like illness and more like... like there's something inside of me writhing to get out. It presses at, at the walls of me, so much that I think there must be some distention in my skin but there never is. It travels up my body and to my anchor and when it frees itself it's these... I don't know how to describe them.
[ she inhales a shaky breath and flexes the fingers on her anchor hand, unable to look julius in the eye anymore. it sounds bad. it sounds really bad. she knows. ]
Whips, maybe. Vines, or... tentacles. Tendrils of some kind of concentrated darkness that reach to beat at anything near me. They don't last long, but they can be destructive, even so. The writhing stops as soon as they're free. It doesn't feel like anything, after that.
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[ hearing is not believing, and ness' expression doesn't quite clear up, even with the enchanter's assurances. she wants to believe him, she really does, but wanting is exactly why it feels so hard to trustβit would be so easy to tell her exactly what she wants to hear, and then turn around and betray her as soon as she let down her guard. that's what all the smart villains do, and even the well-meaning heroes who don't know who they're working for.
still, the conversation goes nowhere if she doesn't take him at his word, at least for now. so ness nods her acceptance of his promise and stares at her hands, considering. ]
It begins in my stomach, [ she says slowly, hushed, ] a squirming feeling, like I have to vomit. It gets more intense, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, but it feels less like illness and more like... like there's something inside of me writhing to get out. It presses at, at the walls of me, so much that I think there must be some distention in my skin but there never is. It travels up my body and to my anchor and when it frees itself it's these... I don't know how to describe them.
[ she inhales a shaky breath and flexes the fingers on her anchor hand, unable to look julius in the eye anymore. it sounds bad. it sounds really bad. she knows. ]
Whips, maybe. Vines, or... tentacles. Tendrils of some kind of concentrated darkness that reach to beat at anything near me. They don't last long, but they can be destructive, even so. The writhing stops as soon as they're free. It doesn't feel like anything, after that.