Lunamor

Jenny was faint. Why was she faint? And why was everything so dark? Where was she? She wasn’t sure if she was in pain or not. There wasn’t enough of her left for that. Maybe she was asleep. Sometimes her dreams were weird. They hadn’t been like this before. But this was still so familiar, somehow. There was a familiar presence, too. Odd. It seemed scary. Terrifying, actually. She couldn’t see it, but she knew that it was bad. She needed to run. She needed to get away, go somewhere else. Reaching out, she could faintly feel something familiar. It felt safe. She shattered the ground beneath her and fell into the other place. Jenny landed in Ed’s dream. She looked transparent, like a ghost.

Jenny heard talking. She couldn’t understand it, but it probably didn’t matter. It wasn’t like she could do anything about whatever people were saying. ”Don’t wake.” She mustered up every last scrap of power she had left, and magically put herself to sleep. She would be stronger in her dreams, if this stunt didn’t destroy her.

Jenny fought to keep from drifting away. The voice was returning, and it was angry. Big. Taking up so much space. She felt so, so small. So alone. She managed to get a single word out. ”Please.” She wasn’t sure who that was directed at.

Her shadows flared, then disappeared. Both of the entities fighting in Jenny’s head retreated from the terror once more. She went slack again, her chant trailing off. A few tears leaked from the corners of her eyes from the lingering presence of the one who had more experience with these feelings.

“Cat, cat, cat…” Her expression suddenly shifted to one of outrage, then to fear, then back. It continued to cycle between the two as she erratically tensed up. Shadows flickered around her like a fire in the wind. @Weaver of Lies

Jenny started speaking softly in a singsong voice, her eyes unfocused and staring at nothing. ”Cat, cat, cat…” She’d recovered slightly faster than the voice had, although recovered was a bit of a strong word. @Weaver of Lies

The voiced shied away almost entirely, unused to the feeling of terror, but Jenny was thrown off too. She was far from stable, so the onslaught of emotion was too much for her and her ability to think was dispersed. With no one piloting the body, Jenny collapsed, every muscle going slack.

“I’m not great.” Jenny gestured vaguely in the direction of Edgar. Did they all not realize how badly the breakup would impact her? How much she had cared for that boy? Normally that wouldn’t have mattered, but it was rather inconvenient timing for that. Jenny felt the voice lose a small amount of control. She wiggled her fingers. It didn’t notice. She could be more bold in her actions. Jenny spoke her next words quickly, filling up what would be the natural pause someone makes after speaking. ”I’m really, really tired, too.”

Noticing an incoming potential interaction out of the corner of her eye, Jenny reluctantly relinquished her small amount of control. She looked at Terrance, avoiding eye contact. ”Do you need something?” The real Jenny couldn’t let herself forget her best chance at forcing the voice out, so she decided to make it her new chant. Sleep, sleep, sleep…

Rust. Lum had seen her. What’s more, they’d called her out in front of a massive crowd of people. This was precisely why she’d decided to leave. Taking the hint, she held the plushie up so that it was obscuring her face. The toy didn’t block her expression completely, as it looked roughly about as angry as Eza did. ”Oh, gee…” She raised her voice’s pitch by a few octaves. Combined with her small stature, this made her convincingly pass as a younger child. ”I think darts are really cool! It’s super fun to pop balloons with them.” She giggled excitedly to further sell the illusion. Eza also burned iron, taking note of the blue lines leading to the decorative buttons on the glowing guy’s shirt.

Jenny watched, her expression unreadable. It was fortunate they seemed to have given up on figuring out what was wrong with her. She pointedly didn’t focus her attention on anything in particular. The brightening thing had happened a few more times. She could see again. Think again. She looked over at Ed, trying to see how he was doing. Anything more than that would likely cause her to lose all control again. @Weaver of Lies

Jenny nodded silently. Continuing this conversation would be difficult, so hopefully it would end soon. Cat. Cat. Cat. Cat… The darkness around her brightened slightly. Something was helping her. It didn’t do very much, but it gave her a bit more strength. She couldn’t see, but she could feel that her body’s pain was lessening. Someone was healing her. ”Please heal Ed too.” The will of the voice limited her actions, but she could still do some minor things. She just needed to be indirect. ”I’m tired. I need to sleep.” Now she just had to- Quit that. Everything darkened again. …caaaaaat…

“He thought he was doing me a favor. I don’t understand it at all. He was convinced that he’d hurt me if we stayed together.” She shut her eyes tightly and projected her next words inwards as she spoke. The girl needed to understand this. Honestly, this was doing her a favor. ”You’re not supposed to leave someone if you love them.” … … …cat…

“I, um… I’m not doing too well. Edgar broke up with me.” Jenny hung her head and sniffled a bit. She wasn’t allowed to bleed through this time for fear that she would manage to start ranting about cats. It took quite a bit of effort to pretend to feel bad about the situation when it had provided such a good opportunity. She wiped her face with her sleeve to hide a brief smile. Catsandbootscatsandbootscatsandboots…

“Oh, sure! Thank you!” Apart from the bruises, Jenny appeared to be perfectly healthy. Nothing else seemed amiss, apart from a somewhat still-healing scar from her side wound. kittyCATkittyCATkittyCAT…

“Jace? Um, I’m fine.” Was he catching on? Jenny opted to feign confusion, furrowing her brow slightly. ”I’ve got some nasty bruises on my back, though. Slamming into windows isn’t very fun.” caaaaaAAAAAAAAT…

What is the highest form of art? *Benny Hill theme*

I either memorize the page number or use whatever random object happens to be nearby as a “bookmark”. TPBM has seasonal allergies.

Middle of the night win!

Break my nose. WYR have an excessive amount of mildly painful warts or be unable to jump?