Satan is looking a hell of a lot better than I remember.
( why, because she's personally met Satan? or maybe she's just reflecting on that tall, horned red guy. pretty easy to go up from there.
she isn't sure she buys it. even all the ugly, bitter broken figments of her relationship with Elle are still hers and still vivid and there's still parts of them that are beautiful, if she searches long enough. the stone has enough of a tie to the way it felt to be in that moment that Carmilla has to doubt, but maybe one can not want the memory and be unable to let go of it all at once. she shrugs. it's not her job to call a stranger out on conflicting feelings about their past. )
Then break it. Your brain rock, your choice. ( as for her, she's thoroughly unsettled by a memory that even fleetingly made her feel like somebody gave a shit. it's even worse to be out of it and to grimly realize that sensation wasn't even meant for her. she needs a drink. )
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( why, because she's personally met Satan? or maybe she's just reflecting on that tall, horned red guy. pretty easy to go up from there.
she isn't sure she buys it. even all the ugly, bitter broken figments of her relationship with Elle are still hers and still vivid and there's still parts of them that are beautiful, if she searches long enough. the stone has enough of a tie to the way it felt to be in that moment that Carmilla has to doubt, but maybe one can not want the memory and be unable to let go of it all at once. she shrugs. it's not her job to call a stranger out on conflicting feelings about their past. )
Then break it. Your brain rock, your choice. ( as for her, she's thoroughly unsettled by a memory that even fleetingly made her feel like somebody gave a shit. it's even worse to be out of it and to grimly realize that sensation wasn't even meant for her. she needs a drink. )