[ There's no ignoring Lortel's emotions, and that makes this so much harder to swallow. It's one thing to watch someone play a part; it's another to feel that they mean every word. Something sits on the tip of her tongue, not quite regret, but close enough to taste. A fog begins to creep across the floor, soft white tendrils swallowing the stained carpeting as her abilities react instinctively to her emotions.
Every word makes it worse. Sharon sets the teacup in a planter by the window, afraid she might drop it—or throw it. She can't hate Lortel for this; she doubts she could ever hate Lortel for anything. But that doesn't stop it from hurting. ] A fucking blood sacrifice, Jesus. [ She grimaces as she processes. Not horrified. Just unsettled. Her arms fold tightly across her chest. And Sleep couldn't even give Lortel an answer, couldn't tell her why she'd be doing it or what she stood to gain. Still, Sharon draws in a breath and forces herself to keep listening. ]
A plan—That's... [ The words die beneath an exhale. Lortel already knows she'll agree. Sharon holds the girl's gaze, blue eyes gone hard and black. ] I'll talk to him, but... [ Her voice drops, hauntingly layered, as if more than one of her were speaking, and heavy. ] You can't do this again, Lortel. [ The warning falls from her lips like a threat. Can't sounds a whole lot like Better Not. ]
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Every word makes it worse. Sharon sets the teacup in a planter by the window, afraid she might drop it—or throw it. She can't hate Lortel for this; she doubts she could ever hate Lortel for anything. But that doesn't stop it from hurting. ] A fucking blood sacrifice, Jesus. [ She grimaces as she processes. Not horrified. Just unsettled. Her arms fold tightly across her chest. And Sleep couldn't even give Lortel an answer, couldn't tell her why she'd be doing it or what she stood to gain. Still, Sharon draws in a breath and forces herself to keep listening. ]
A plan—That's... [ The words die beneath an exhale. Lortel already knows she'll agree. Sharon holds the girl's gaze, blue eyes gone hard and black. ] I'll talk to him, but... [ Her voice drops, hauntingly layered, as if more than one of her were speaking, and heavy. ] You can't do this again, Lortel. [ The warning falls from her lips like a threat. Can't sounds a whole lot like Better Not. ]