Mystic Syn

She pulled off a shrug. “What is there to talk about?” Yulong rose an eyebrow. “How I was raised and all that?”

Yulong cocked her head at him. “By talking?”

“Yes,” she said, exhaling as her episode continued to fade.

You’re good, bro lol. She didn’t say anything at first, looking at their hands for a few moments before finding the courage to meet his gaze. “I… I don’t know how,” Yulong admitted. “I don’t know how you can.”

The action surprised her, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, Yulong felt her muscles release their held tension and allow themselves to relax and finally accept the physical touch from Ellis. The blood pulled away and the bodies slowly began to fade, letting her see reality for what it actually was; what was once fuzzy was becoming clear again. She gently pulled away from the kiss, touching his forehead with hers as she didn’t meet his eye. “I’m sorry,” Yulong whispered, her episode glitching in and out of reality. “I shouldn’t have bothered you with this.” No lie, when I saw the notification for you mentioning me in here, the first words that came out of my mouth were: “Honey, I’m working on it.”

She blinked, surprised at what Ellis just said. “Am I, though?” Yulong found herself asking. She held his gaze, not even glancing at the bodies around them. “Am I really that worthy of love?”

She lingered on those bodies, but Yulong tore her gaze from them and managed to look up at Ellis, tears brimming her eyes.

“I’m fine,” she insisted, her eyes falling on bodies of people who looked similar to her, trying to believe the words she spoke. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“I failed,” she whispered again, freezing slightly at the hug. “I can’t do it. I can’t be who he wants me to be. I can’t do what he wants. I can’t be two people at once. I can’t make a decision. I’m not the person people need me to be. I’m not… I’m not worthy of love.”

“I… yes. I can hear you,” she said, shoulders releasing some tension as her gaze slowly focused. “‘Okay’?”

Her hand shook, but she laced her fingers through his. Her unfocused gaze found its way to Ellis, wandering over the bodies for a moment. “I… I failed,” she whispered, turning back to the bodies.

The contact made her twitch and initially shy away from him, till she looked at who touched her. She didn’t relax, but she stopped mumbling. “I…” she tried, but couldn’t get any other words out.

“It’s fine,” she said as she clutched her head tighter, not seeming to hear Ellis. “It’s all fine.” More bodies appeared in her view. One by one, they materialized and crowded the cave. Their blood added to the real bodies, the black mixing well with the crimson. All of their lifeless eyes stared into her, seeing her for what she was; seeing through the lies she told. They seemed to know who she was, even if they’d figured it out on the brink of death. But she shouldn’t be having these sorts of problems. She should’ve been over them by now. It wasn’t like she needed anyone to help her through this, because she would only weigh them down. She would only bother them. They didn’t need her. They never wanted her. They… “Everything’s fine,” Yulong muttered, hitting her head softly with a closed fist. “Nothing’s wrong.”

I cannot tell you how much I wanted to be creative last night, but really couldn’t because I was winding down to sleep lol.

Ty. I’ll fix it. Q huffed, then fell to her knees. Her knives clattered on the floor in the dark blood, Thyella slipping from her grasp and dissipating into smoke, the little wisps curling in the air. She tried to wipe off the blood, but there always seemed to be more. Instead, Q grasped her head again as another headache came. “I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine,” she kept repeating to herself as the revenant’s blood soaked through her pants. “Everything’s alright.”

She didn't say anything as she walked over, pulling the knives from the revenants. "Pray I don't do the same to you," Q snarled. "Now, unless you have anything else to do here, I suggest you leave."

She growled softly, immediately setting to work as the revenants charged. Even in her mental state, her attacks were well-coordinated. Slash after slash, Q hacked away at the revenants, fighting them all off at once. It was strenuous work, especially after what nightmare she was going through, but it looked effortless. It was like watching a pianist play their most beloved piece; a piece they've worked on for months, maybe even years. To say it was graceful was an understatement; Q seemed to know every move the revenants attempted, though a few of their attacks managed to break through. She dodged with precision, attacking when it was necessary. The whole time she was doing this, her knuckles were turning white with how hard she was gripping her knives. She spun them in her hands, stabbing through a revenant's neck and removing it with ease as their blood spurted on her face. Q didn't care; she was taught to not care about those sorts of things. Their blood only added to what was already on her hands and at her feet, and it's not like there was anything she could do to wipe it away; it always managed to stain her, no matter how hard she tried to clean herself. It was only a little more blood, and it's not like it was going to hurt her; she was beyond hurting at this point. There was nothing anyone could do to heal her, nothing they could do to even try to be her remedy. No one was going to be there for her, especially not now. Q threw her ivory knife, impaling one of the revenants in the middle of their forehead. Leaning back to avoid another attack, she quickly brought herself back up and jabbed the attacker at the base of their neck, stabbing its way through the neck. Blood gurgled, spattering on her face, speckling it with black. Q ground her teeth, twisting it, more blood gushing from the newly made wound. Reaching her hand out, Thyella fell in her grasp right in time for her to ram it into the last one, a deep growl rattling in her throat. It fell without a single word, right next to its fallen comrades. She stood among the bodies, her breathing deep, posture dangerous, and eyes set to kill. The blade in her hand glowed softly, brightening the cave. Q looked up at Corundum, a glare settling in her eyes.

Q immediately brandished her knives, falling back into her defensive stance again, her eyes dead set on her opponent.

"Yes," she responded quickly. "No. I..." Q clutched her head again, fighting the scream building up inside her. Her mind raced, torn between the two options. She controlled her breathing, though her gaze was flicking back and forth for something to focus on, preferably something of comfort, but nothing caught her eye. "Ye-yes," Q said after a moment. "I'm sure."

"Hmm." She lowered her hand from her head. "I still don't want to take up your offer." Q's head immediately tilted down to the right, as if listening to an unknown voice. "Still a no," she continued through gritted teeth.

"What, in Kajan's forsaken name, are you talking about?"

Isn’t that, uh.. Xino’s character??