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❝Across the ocean, we found despair.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#007F03 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #B20070】
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【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#007F03 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #B20070】
|| Need you Now || Lady Antebellum ||
Then let us be together, Erika tried to say. She was scared of speaking, scared of making sounds that didn't make sense, scared of being a failure. She was more comfortable just mouthing and hoping that people understood her, it was easier that way. Clover seemed to reciprocate, afraid at first, but it was okay because both she and Clover had been violated, they both were unclean and impure. There was nothing stopping them now from enjoying the depravity. The two kissed more and Clover and Erika, despite being in broken cages called bodies, at last they finally had each other. 'Then next time', Erika mouthed with a weak, tiny smile. 'Stop not remembering next time I try to be romantic.' It had happened far too often that Clover just chose not to remember out of convenience. Each time it had hurt, even if she tried not to show it.
The next day, Erika was lead by an ever-stranger Khryia back to Clover's room. Khryia seemed strange but she didn't seem willing to talk about it so Erika figured it wasn't her business to worry about. A voice in the back of her head warned her that this hands-off approach was exactly what ruined things between her and Seraphina but in the end, she didn't want to intrude on her dragon's business. Khryia was probably just worried about something silly, like growing weight and being fat. Once again the wounds and extensive botched surgeries were all underneath the dragon's clothes and she was purposely avoiding Clover so that her smell wouldn't permeate through and hurt the poor kitty. No one saw Khryia sobbing as she clawed her scales off each night, the blood and the pain getting to her.
She and Mallier did some vocal exercises this morning, enough to give the shadow mage at least a tiny bit of confidence that she was still able to speak perfectly normally. She summoned tentacles, leaving them in Clover's room. "U-um... d-does... can I speak? Is this working?" She blushed, looking very unsure of herself as she conversed with Clover. Hoping that Mallier wasn't just pulling her leg, the shadow mage continued. "You're the last alchemist now. You have to write a book of potions to carry on the next generation, even if you can't yourself, right?" Even if language was a difficult concept for the cat, and she had no stamina anymore. "Every night you can read a few letters to the left tentacle and it will write for you." She gestured, the tentacle was holding a pen somehow. "And the right one, if you tug it, I can know and I'll come right over."