»Your resolve is steeled, and you look up from your phone, creating eye contact again for this command. More than anything before, this would be contrary to her nature, you think-though Meulin mentioned she needed a therapist, so it’s entirely possible that the woman was already suicidal.
//Walk off the edge of the 8ridge. And don’t try to come 8ack up for air.//
»The water was plenty deep, especially with the added weight. She should sink to the bottom and drown.
Rose grimaced, feeling the powerful waves come over her. The fury that seeped through the cracks in her mind hurt, but letting her wrest control dulled the pain. She wasn’t even aware that, by the time she was on the edge, it would be too late to turn back now. Rose plummeted into the water, not struggling against the water that rose up around her and enveloped her. Everything was darker by the second. Darkness… an image of being enclosed in a dark aura many years ago flashed through her mind, snapping her out of her trance. But, not so strongly that she could resist. Only that she regained consciousness. Instinctively, she tried to gasp for air, but there was none. Only water.
Drowning really is the most painful way to die.
»You carry on the walk in silence. You concentrate on your anger, fury making dragging her along by the mind an easy task. She follows you, also in complete silence, to the bridge. Sure enough, there are rocks that will do nicely as weights-in pockets or in shoes, tied to her if she has rope.
//Weigh yourself down, by whatever means you can, with those rocks.//
»You pull out your phone as you instruct her to do so, pestering Roxy.
Rose quietly complied, slipping the sash from her waist and wrapping it around several rocks, before tying it all to her. She slipped some into her shoes and socks as well. This should adequately weigh her down.
»You smirk. It’s true that you didn’t want to have a conversation; all you really wanted was for her to turn around. You make eye contact and begin to let your own mind sink into hers, doing what you can to block out emotions-you’re sure plenty of panic will be present, and you certainly don’t need that seeping into your system, mixing with the rage. Soon enough you’re in, though you don’t know how susceptible to command she will be.
//You certainly seem stupid if you thought you could get away with doing that with my m8sprit. Follow me.//
»You know that the only response will be in the form of her following you, if all goes correctly, and so you begin heading towards the river-specifically, ‘Dead Man’s Bridge.’
Rose narrowed her eyes, keeping direct contact. But a buzzing in her head gnawed at her, it felt… wrong. She raised a hand to her temple and grunted softly, leaning against a nearby wall. With her knowledge of such things and experience thanks to a certain Mindfang, she knew exactly what it was that was being attempted on her. However, she was still reeling in inward pain and a drunken stupor, and those made it rather hard to resist. Sure enough, she shuffled after her.
»You’ve never felt such strong platonic hate, platonic *fury,* for somebody in your life. This woman-this version of a woman that, family issues with your moirail aside, you find lovely-pressed your matesprit into sex, and that nearly drove a wedge in your young relationship. And then she had the nerve to throw herself at everyone else while the lot of you watched Pirates, only stopping when it was made abundantly clear that nobody was interested. She left, and you quickly followed, not giving up your chance.
»You follow her in silence until the two of you are out of sight of Porrim’s place, and then you grab her attention with a few simple words.
Rose, I wanted to clear up that misunderstanding.
Rose stumbled through the streets and alleyways, looking for a place to rest. She wouldn’t be able to type in any coordinates in this condition, after all. When she heard the voice of a certain Serket, though, she froze. Where had she come from? Aranea must have followed her.
Sure you do. Its claer that you don’t jwant to playe nice with me yknow. I’m not tsupid.
Rose spun around and pointed at her with her left hand, the one with the prosthetic that had been shaped into a sort of small blade after her finger mysteriously went missing.
Drinking oneself into a blackout stupor is much more safe when there aren’t others around for you to accidentally harm.
“Oooohhhh!” The professor accepted the hand without hesitation, grinning like no tomorrow.
“Fly! Fly! Fly!” She chanted childishly, bouncing in excitement.
Rose gripped the young girl’s hand and helped her up onto her back, gently. Once she was in place, Rose hooked her arms around her knees and floated upwards, at a gradual pace. She couldn’t go too fast, of course.
If you want to close your eyes, that’s okay.
“Ohhhh—!!!” The professor gaped, mouth wide open. “I wanna fly! Teach me how to fly!” She turned her pleading eyes to the woman, “Pleeeeeeeeease?”
She grinned softly and floated back down to the ground, extending a hand to the young girl.
I’m not sure if I can teach you, but perhaps if you climb on my back, I can take you for a flight.
I found this in the magic section of a second hand bookstore.
yo rose i found your book
(( Sorry again for being offline, everyone. ))
Missing finger? What are you talking about?
Yes, I’d like that.
