[ she recognizes one of those voices. the world is full of distortion, it's skewed and jumbled like a cubist painting, but heather can pick that voice out — it always rang true for her. ]
Dad.. [ for the first time since coming to yuggoth, she feels complacent. almost peaceful. she dabs at the blood spewing from her ears as if its a familiar experience, because it is. this wasn't the first time it had happened to her here. but she felt nothing in regards to it. she merely sobs at hearing her dad's voice, pools of tears swelling and turning her face as red as the fountain of blood from her ears. ] So this is the Unclean, huh? This is.. a God. A real one.
[ not a fake. not a demon. not one that hadn't finished gestating. heather grips at her chest, letting andersen say his piece. this was his moment, and he was willing to make this sacrifice for them. she'd let him say what he needed to. ]
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Dad.. [ for the first time since coming to yuggoth, she feels complacent. almost peaceful. she dabs at the blood spewing from her ears as if its a familiar experience, because it is. this wasn't the first time it had happened to her here. but she felt nothing in regards to it. she merely sobs at hearing her dad's voice, pools of tears swelling and turning her face as red as the fountain of blood from her ears. ] So this is the Unclean, huh? This is.. a God. A real one.
[ not a fake. not a demon. not one that hadn't finished gestating. heather grips at her chest, letting andersen say his piece. this was his moment, and he was willing to make this sacrifice for them. she'd let him say what he needed to. ]