scars reveal history | scars are proof of survival | scars stay with you | scars come from wounds
As before, You reach within yourself, and Scars are there, and you perform a Miracle. As before, you feel her in it, as you do—Hellfire, and the world as she sees it.
The place on your skin where the scar had been is fertile soil, and the flowers sprout rapidly: thin stems that grow lush as they burst from your skin and twine around your hand or arm or leg. They bloom quickly too: miniature purple aconite and pink and white lotus.
It's hard to drown yourself, even intentionally. Every instinct of the body fights against it. Or, well, normally it would be, but the water drifts around you without truly touching you, and you can breathe just fine.
It seems as though the water reflects the void not just on the surface but underneath, for it is dark, too dark to see anything—but there is not need to be afraid, for here the void is right, it is warm, it is good—and though it looked to only be a pond it's so, so much deeper than that, and you find yourself like a weight, sinking
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With a frustrated snarl, she slashes the surface with her claws.]
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And that is found in this ritual drowning.
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F I N E.
She stands up, tail lashing, and evokes another scar to reject the connection between herself and the water. And then steps in.]
1/2 (plant horror again)
As before, You reach within yourself, and Scars are there, and you perform a Miracle. As before, you feel her in it, as you do—Hellfire, and the world as she sees it.
The place on your skin where the scar had been is fertile soil, and the flowers sprout rapidly: thin stems that grow lush as they burst from your skin and twine around your hand or arm or leg. They bloom quickly too: miniature purple aconite and pink and white lotus.
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It seems as though the water reflects the void not just on the surface but underneath, for it is dark, too dark to see anything—but there is not need to be afraid, for here the void is right, it is warm, it is good—and though it looked to only be a pond it's so, so much deeper than that, and you find yourself like a weight, sinking
down, and
down, and
down.
You emerge from the water to a starry sky.