wroughtandtempered | SEASONS

Oh, shit.

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

...Feelingception?

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

[ pats clumsily at her ]

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

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

[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.]

[ 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.

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.]

[ 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.

Maybe you should just take it easy? -If something important's changed, you'll probably figure it out later, trying to force it will just make the headache worse.

Probably but fucking ugh.

Amen. [Scritch scritch scritch.] No thoughts, only soup.

Why can't I at least be porridge. Ochazuke. Get some... fucking substance in there or something.

I dunno, have you ever had a really good tomato soup?

...No?

It's just soup all the way through but it's delicious enough that it doesn't really need any texture to it? I like to drink mine out of a mug.

...Maybe I'll order some when screens are less bad.

[ she's no longer on the edge of a migraine but reading + too bright still equals bad ]

Frankly, you should get whatever you want to eat. Prime spoiling yourself hours.

Soup'll probably be best whenever I think I can eat again anyway... stomach's as pissed as my head.

Well that's rude. Like I get why your head's fucked up but why does your stomach have to join in?

[ making another wrinkly-nosed face ]

Hurting too much does that. Which is also rude. Head's better than it was but it'll take time for shit to calm down.

Fucked up. You've been feeling shitty all this time and now getting rid of the fuckery also makes you feel shitty.

I will gladly fucking take this shitty over the other shitty, at least. Didn't feel great from the inside, and if I try to remember any of it now I kind of want to scream?

[ looking back at having next to no self-awareness once you've gotten it back is kind of horrifying, it turns out! ]

Improved shitty, wooo. And from here to reasonably okay?

Once things settle the fuck down, yeah. Mindfuck's gone, the curse is... I don't know if it's gone. But I'll bet the fucker's finally safe to pull if it isn't.

Probably, yeah. One of your magic-science-genius friends can probably do it.

Red Son, yeah. He's the one who found the fucking problem in the first place.

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