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fidior) wrote in
singillatim2026-02-06 07:54 pm
morning dreams are just like memory.
who: Jhey's Freaks + YOU!
what: various catchall things, inbetween threads, backdated logs, etc.
when: December - February
where: various locations

what: various catchall things, inbetween threads, backdated logs, etc.
when: December - February
where: various locations
HMU TO PLOT A THING! @ HAGFISHS

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He remembers, in this moment of lucidity, that it's what he's begged people to do, if they had to. To stop him by whatever means necessary. A few have resisted the idea, a few have accepted. It's a great relief that Aviendha wouldn't hesitate; it puts a sort of desperate trust in her. Enough that perhaps he can keep speaking to her rather than flee. ]
It makes me.... wrong. [ He realises, using the word she had a moment ago. 'What's wrong with you?' ] Too strong. Too fast. Too dangerous. I amβ... [ He looks down at his hands. He'd been keeping them gloved, keeping himself covered up as much as possible. Why...? That's right. Because this... demon, whatever it is within him, feeds through touch. ]
There is a presence within me, it feeds.... when I touch another's skin. I have managed to control it for a long time, but now.... it has been freed. The Darkwalkerβ.... the green fog. Makes it stronger.
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Does the urge get stronger the more you do it?
[A parallel sheβd drawn from back home. Losing control on something thatβs too tempting to avoid, thatβs how Rand had described it. Might it be similar?]
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When he says he's been keeping it controlled, perhaps that isn't quite the right way to put it. It's more like he's been keeping it tamed. But the need doesn't go away, and there's a particular... frustration about it. Edward's just infamously adept at suppressing himself. ]
I.... believe it does, yes. For each time I feed that hunger, it's never quite enough. It's only been... enough so that it cannot overpower me, [ he explains, feeling a hitch of sharp guilt at what he's done to Wynonna and John for all these months. Like a parasite, slowly feeding from its host, never enough to kill them. ]
Are you familiar with such a thing...? The Darkness from your world... [ He casts wide eyes to Aviendha through this moment of lucidity, remembering what they'd spoken about their first meeting. ]