[She doesn't pull away, so there is that. At what point did something that felt so unnecessary and foreign become so familiar that it's been forced to feel foreign again, like everything happening is wrong?]
No. No. Not that. No, no no, that would actually be of some use to us, wouldn't it?
[Waltaquin puts her head down with a very primal and horrible groan.]
[ That sound sends shivers up her spine, prickling down her skin. The wrongness of it isn't something she knows, but she doesn't need to. The reaction is visceral and instinctual. ]
Waltaquin. I need you to stay with me. Is this... from your magic, or from the memories?
[ Or both. She could see that spiraling into each other, the effects Waltaquin had dismissed and whatever thing she'd seen that she can't seem to contain. ]
[If anything, it might be that she hexes she hosts within herself, the curse of her own dark magic, that's giving her some stability. She knows the echoes and the calls of something dark and something more, even if, in terms of things swimming deep beneath the surface, they are a minnow in light of a megalodon.
"I am strong enough. Nothing can corrupt me."]
Memories started it. It just keeps going and going and going now, without any end.
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No. No. Not that. No, no no, that would actually be of some use to us, wouldn't it?
[Waltaquin puts her head down with a very primal and horrible groan.]
I̷̻̩̗̾̄͜ ̸̤̐̃̄w̸̝̆̅̈́͆ô̴͎̘͖̈́n̴̥̑̄͛͗'̸̱̩̟͒̀̚t̵̤̭̠̏͒͆͗ ̸͙̻̂l̷̻͉̽̐é̴̼t̸̆͜ ̷̛͓͐ͅṯ̵̍̊ĥ̷̫̮͙̩i̸͈̮̪͌͗ṡ̷̬͛̕͝ͅ ̷̝̱̘̋̕͠s̷̬̝̞̟̽̿͋̂t̴̮̆͠o̴̹̥͎̩̅͋̈́͘p̵͚̣͎͂ ̷̡̛̦͙̦͘m̷̫͕͖̙̈ĕ̶͜.̴͈̥͂̉́
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Waltaquin. I need you to stay with me. Is this... from your magic, or from the memories?
[ Or both. She could see that spiraling into each other, the effects Waltaquin had dismissed and whatever thing she'd seen that she can't seem to contain. ]
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"I am strong enough. Nothing can corrupt me."]
Memories started it. It just keeps going and going and going now, without any end.