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[wroughtandtempered]

"...This is Eve. Leave a message if you want. Or just fucking text me, I get those fast."

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[wroughtandtempered]

[ faintly ]

'm so fucking watered down. No nutrition.

[ she is, in fact, a literal bowl of Eve soup— she's noodled in a bed shaped like a ramen bowl, chin resting on a pillow shaped like half a boiled egg. ]

[abnormalizes]

[Settling down next to her.]

I probably should be drinking more water regularly anyway. Where's the best place for scritches?

[wroughtandtempered]

Uh.

[ very intelligible, Eve. she wrinkles up her nose a little bit, and then slowly rolls her head toward Evangeline. ]

Between my eyes's where it hurts worst. I think. Fuck.

[abnormalizes]

[Can do, very gentle scritches for Eve.]

-Thanks for letting me help you.

[She isn't talking about the scritches.]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ squinting her eyes open ]

...you did something.

[ she sounds a little unhappy— oh. probably because she feels a little unhappy, somewhere under the slip and slide that is trying to get her thoughts in any sort of order. ]

[abnormalizes]

Well, yeah, that was the point, right? Put the pieces of you back together and return them where they belonged?


[She's not wearing her flower, incidentally.]

[wroughtandtempered]

...don't really remember.

[ she's still squinting dubiously—the lights are dim but they are still killing her a bit—but after a moment she shuts her eyes again and just. oozes partly out of the bowl-bed into Evangeline's lap. hi. ]

[abnormalizes]

[Hi, scritch scritch scritch.]

That's fair, it was pretty metaphorical in there. -I heard you calling to me for help, so I did my best.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ BIG SIGH ]

That shit's always like that. ...Don't know whether I'm curious or if that feels too... Shit. What's the— navel-gaze-y.

[abnormalizes]

If you want to know later, I'll tell you? Right now it would probably just make you More Soup.

[wroughtandtempered]

Yeah.

—wait, shit—

[ said as she tries to sit up, which she obviously immediately regrets a whole lot, judging by the immediate swearing and the way she re-flops ]

[abnormalizes]

What is it?

[Concern!!!]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ give her another second— okay. okay headache go get fucked ]

You didn't— was there any bad shit in there?

[abnormalizes]

Ummm. I mean, I saw the memory of you leaving home, sorry? But in terms of like, anything actively dangerous, not really.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ time to become Liquid ]

Oh thank fuck. [ ... ] That's... not a great memory or anything, but.

I don't mind talking about it. It doesn't involve maiming. Good e-fucking-nough.

[abnormalizes]

Oh, yeah, no. No maiming. Mostly Big Feeling stuff.

[wroughtandtempered]

As long as it didn't get you anywhere bad, that's fine, I guess. Can't think of much I'd actually hate you seeing. Outside of that kind of thing.

[abnormalizes]

Well, I mean... I got your memory of offering to share your emotions with me and why you offered and I kinda cried a bunch, but I wouldn't call that bad. It was just a lot.

[wroughtandtempered]

Oh, shit.

[ shifting cautiously around to rub the back of a paw against her face ]

...Feelingception?

[abnormalizes]

Pretty much? Just, like. I don't usually assume people care that much about my feelings?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ pats clumsily at her ]

We're friends. I care a lot about friends. And I wanted...

...okay, you already know what I wanted. Still.

[abnormalizes]

[scritches Intensify]

I know. And it means so much to me.

[So she won't say something like 'even if I'd gotten a maiming memory it would have been no big deal' - it's true, it wouldn't be the first time, but she knows Eve would make faces.]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ bunts her head into those scritches a little, carefully ]

...I'll think of it as a good thing, then. I think?

[ there's still... something itching at the edge of her consciousness, somewhere underneath The Soup. Evangeline did something her subconscious decided was worrying, apparently, but of course she's got no fucking clue what! because she was asleep! this is incredibly fucking stupid. ]

Still feel like I need to be worried about something.

[abnormalizes]

I hope not? I don't think I damaged anything in there... if I did I didn't mean to, but I can't think of what it would be...

[Of course, she means she didn't damage anything of Eve's.]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ she goes quiet, face scrunched up ]

...think I'd know if something got broken? Maybe. I sort of remember— paying attention to something? Focusing?

[ fuck if she can remember what, exactly— just a sort of vague awareness of trying to cling to lucidity like to a pier in the middle of a heavy storm. knowing it was desperately important without having the context for why. ]

...think that's why my head hurts. Huw fucking wept.