[the disgust and shame are so strong now it feels like she's going to suffocate on them, but she keeps stripping anyway
under the clothes, with no illusions active, her body is made entirely out of wood, like a mannequin - and like a mannequin, it's smooth and featureless aside from some old-looking cracks in the wood, with no visible sexual characteristics or anything]
See, it's nothing to think about that way in the first place, right? Just wood, just furniture.
[ there isn't any shock or anything, but instead a slow unfurling interest that starts as a mild curiosity and escalates into something almost manic. A swirling of too many thoughts, not anxiety, not anticipation, but like what it must feel to be so close to an epiphany but not be able to grasp it at all ]
What do you want me to say? Be repulsed, think of you as something different than what you were? As if I had been thinking of your body in a certain way before.
[ spreads his arms a little, palms up in an almost euphoric gesture before dropping them to his sides ]
[the illusion fades from the cut skin - it looks and feels like wood, and yet strangely it's just as easy to cut and fold as normal skin
she remains quiet while dahlia speaks, her feelings a constant swirl of love and pain and love and despair and something darker beneath that doesn't quite surface]
...I do understand, I think. I wish I'd met you before coming to this place.
[there are tears in her eyes, but whether they're from pain or sadness is impossible to tell]
[ dahlia's thoughts just become static, loud and persistent. ]
If we'd met sooner, maybe neither of us would have been monsters.
[ she moves to start suturing the open blood vessels, humming a bit as she does. ]
Rot is incurable. Even if you reach in, scrape it all out - there's nothing anyone can do. The stain remains, one so persistent even the strongest solvent imaginable couldn't cleanse it. I hoped -- I hoped to change that - because the gods can, of course, when you die - and for that "hubris" I was cursed. All of us are just playthings for the bigger fish in the pond and there's always a bigger fish. So the most I can do is save what parts of humanity I am able to. And the most I can do for you is love you, because at least that'll make the stain fade.
[she can't really keep up with the words, she's too distracted by the pain and attempting to hold still and not scream - so all she really understands is that there's rot in her, there's a stain, she's dirty dirty disgusting filthy filth]
P-please...
[please take it out, she can't quite manage to say]
she's having a doki that you're having a doki! And despite her dark mood, there's a rush of warm adoring affection, if a shy one that doesn't know how to express itself, or if she should hold it back or not.]
[Sorry, Sekhmet isn't very good at controlling her emotions so a flood is unleashed of just how much of a crush she has on Iris which is actually Quite A Lot. She cares about Iris deeply, intensely. She wants everything good for her. She is attracted to Iris, she thinks that she is cute and beautiful and wants emotional and even physical intimacy. Sekhmet is filled with deep emotional need, a hunger to love and be loved, and this is pushing its way to the surface.
But there's also embarrassment, even panic, because she fears that this would hurt Iris, that what she wants is probably different from what Iris wants.]
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Be quiet. I said I'd show you, didn't I?
[the disgust and shame are so strong now it feels like she's going to suffocate on them, but she keeps stripping anyway
under the clothes, with no illusions active, her body is made entirely out of wood, like a mannequin - and like a mannequin, it's smooth and featureless aside from some old-looking cracks in the wood, with no visible sexual characteristics or anything]
See, it's nothing to think about that way in the first place, right? Just wood, just furniture.
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You're a very talkative chair.
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[ spreads his arms a little, palms up in an almost euphoric gesture before dropping them to his sides ]
Say, what value do you see in life?
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but fine since this seems to be the entirety of his reaction she's getting dressed again]
Do you mean life in general, or mine specifically?
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[ his voice is. off, but his feelings don't change and he has to mentally back up ]
Hm. Yours, I guess. You're still here, after all.
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It isn't! Just by being born, I brought nothing but pain and sadness into the world! So of course it's pathetic, because my life is pathetic!!
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I've been wondering it myself, what's the point of someone 'like me' living or existing. You seem to still be here, so what keeps you here?
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Ah...
[the illusion fades from the cut skin - it looks and feels like wood, and yet strangely it's just as easy to cut and fold as normal skin
she remains quiet while dahlia speaks, her feelings a constant swirl of love and pain and love and despair and something darker beneath that doesn't quite surface]
...I do understand, I think. I wish I'd met you before coming to this place.
[there are tears in her eyes, but whether they're from pain or sadness is impossible to tell]
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If we'd met sooner, maybe neither of us would have been monsters.
[ she moves to start suturing the open blood vessels, humming a bit as she does. ]
Rot is incurable. Even if you reach in, scrape it all out - there's nothing anyone can do. The stain remains, one so persistent even the strongest solvent imaginable couldn't cleanse it. I hoped -- I hoped to change that - because the gods can, of course, when you die - and for that "hubris" I was cursed. All of us are just playthings for the bigger fish in the pond and there's always a bigger fish. So the most I can do is save what parts of humanity I am able to. And the most I can do for you is love you, because at least that'll make the stain fade.
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P-please...
[please take it out, she can't quite manage to say]
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If you don't mind.
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[She's still in a dark mood, but there's sympathy, and trust.]
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[going to go fetch a blindfold!]
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Here we go. Are you ready?
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[An impressive amount of trust.]
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Th-then...!
[quickly puts the blindfold on her to hide her own blushing face]
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she's having a doki that you're having a doki! And despite her dark mood, there's a rush of warm adoring affection, if a shy one that doesn't know how to express itself, or if she should hold it back or not.]
O-Okay.
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Um... Sekhmet... to be honest, I...
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But there's also embarrassment, even panic, because she fears that this would hurt Iris, that what she wants is probably different from what Iris wants.]
...S-Sorry, ah...
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