off she goes ✨ november catch all

[oomfies]

WHO: lottie person and.. you!!
WHERE: various
WHEN: during the month of november/end of oct
WHAT: catch-all for event and other misc things!!
WARNINGS: n/a


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[paraselenes]

[ He was inside her (not like that), and vice versa. So he understands it a little, even if the explanation is a little vague, and even if he doesn't get the science behind it. ]

Ah, the itchy patches... [ Those did seem stress-induced, though he had trouble pinpointing it in the moment. ] Is it a curse?

[ Some people call the flowers some sort of ill omened magic, rather than a blight. It's hard to say with her condition, and the way she talks about it. He reaches to get her a glass to pour her some of the tonic as well. ] Or more like a sickness, perhaps?

[oomfies]

[ She is desperately holding in the shocked and surprised laugh that desperately wants to burst through her lips. A curse? A curse?? God, she's wondered that so much herself that it almost feels nice having someone suggest it first. Like a breath of fresh air. ]

The second one.. But it, uh, kinda feels like the first.

[ She admits, reaching for the poured glass and simply holding it. ]

Are curses real where you're from?

[paraselenes]

[ What's easier to heal, a curse or allergies? Maybe the latter is less malicious, but they're also lifelong ailments, and just as disabling. Maybe the lack of intent makes it worse, really—to just have to suffer for no real reason at all.

Life's a bitch like that!! ]

Dark magic exists, yes. They're certainly real here as well. Some have called the very illness we suffer now a curse.

[ A pause. And then, as though to pre-empt any alarm, ]

Though—most magic can be dispelled. Eventually.

[oomfies]

[ She stares at him, not sure how she feels attributing the word 'curse' to something she's called 'a weird ass alien disease'. It certainly doesn't make her feel any better about her odds of surviving this, being allergic to the very things growing inside her. But she eventually settles on: ]

Good.

[ Eventually is better than nothing!! She finally takes that swig of the glass he poured for her, forcing it down her throat and scrunching her face all the while. She may be used to taking medicine, but it doesn't mean that she particularly likes it. Lottie leans over the table and reaches for some water, ]

Dying like this would blow.