" I'm Here. I'm Real. " ( Maren After She Saves Aggie :^)))))))))

" i'm here. i'm real. " ( maren after she saves aggie :^)))))))))

hit 'em where it hurts. / accepting!

the mind is capable of a lot of things. some of the things it does and the why are still a mystery. in many ways, it's like a living computer, and like computers, something terrible can happen. something can break it, cause it to act strange, cause it to malfunction. things can easily cause the human brain to make someone see things that, to their dismay, aren't really there. ny herlighed has done it to her before and agatha was certain this time wasn't any different. she was imagining the commotion, she was imagining her girlfriend, here and still alive.

it has to be in agatha's imagination again... right?

she knows it is. that's all this can be: another hallucination. is she perhaps just that desperate to see maren again? even when she was convinced that she truly wanted nothing to do with the faerie, even when she was convinced she was dead? agatha's love for her never waned, never disappeared altogether. she still holds that torch, some part of her wanting desperately to believe that ny herlighed has been lying to her this whole time. why else would maren also want a child with her? what would she have really gained from tricking the faerie, making her believe she truly and wholeheartedly loved her, from having a child with her, from having a wonderful life together? why would she help to change agatha's view of herself, to raise her confidence and self esteem, why encourage agatha to get help, only for it all to to be one big ploy? and yet... the mind, even when tricked, is a powerful thing.

even as maren approaches, blood soaked clean through what was once a white suit, the faerie shies away from her. not because of the blood or her weapon, but because she knows she isn't there. she's just tired, she just wants this to be over. why can't this just be over?

she whimpers, tears pouring down her face despite how tightly her eyes are closed, feeling maren's bloodied hands cupping her face, hearing her plead with the faerie to look at her. but she can't, she won't. she won't open her eyes to another hallucination! if— if she just keeps her eyes closed, then she'll go away. right? because she's just in her head. she isn't here, she isn't real, she's gone.

no matter how hard she tried to will away what she perceived to be a hallucination, she opens her eyes to find the image still there. sometimes that happened when the hallucinogen was especially strong or when they gave her a little too much. maren would still be there sometimes, just as she is now, that same pleading look on her face as she tries to get agatha to realize this is real. she is real.

" m-maren? " she finally manages to get out, her jaw quivering, her eyes shiny with tears. where there once was nothing in her eyes, there is now a spark of life, a glimmer of hope. oh, gods, she so desperately wants to believe that she's real. please, please, let her be real. agatha wraps her arms around her, holding her tightly as she sobs against her, uncaring of any of the blood (that she knows couldn't possibly be maren's — she wouldn't willingly let any of these people touch her) getting onto her. that didn't matter, not right now.

" p-please, please take us home. p-please, maren. i-i— i j-just w-want to be home again w-with you a-and aurora. "

sometimes i just wanna write aggie going apeshit

was gonna try to get through my drafts but i had to do some stuff earlier and it has emotionally drained me

i know i said i'd be on hiatus, but writing has always been an escape for me and i think right now i could use an escape, so i would like to be here. my activity will probably be sporadic at best, but i will be here.

i'm hoping i can do some writing tomorrow so uhh, send some asks maybe??

[ BABYSIT ] for one muse to take care of the other after they stumbled home drunk ( misa and soryn and misa is sloshed af )

scenarios. / accepting!

" come, my love, let us get you inside, okay? " soryn holds her close as she leans against him, reaching into his pocket with his free hand for the keys. goodness, it's a good thing alcohol has no effect on him, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to drive his inebriated wife home! he gets the door open, hanging the keys up on the hook by the door. he guides misa to the bedroom, sitting her down on the bed, helping her out of her jacket, shrugging off his own, draping them over the bed for now.

moving away, soryn retrieves some clean pajamas for them both from a drawer, setting them beside his wife. he sees her reach out for him, attempting to get a bit handsy, leaning up to kiss him. he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. " not tonight, misa. not until you are sober, okay? " he smiles lovingly when she pouts, leaning in to kiss her temple. " tomorrow night, i promise. " soryn assures her, helping her out of her clothes and into the pajamas, a black tank top with a pink skull and crossbones and a pair of black shorts with the same design printed all over them. misa had fallen in love with the little pajama set when she found them. " there we go, almost ready for bed. " soryn quickly changes as well into something a little less coordinated, a mismatched crop top and shorts. he gets misa back up onto her feet and into the bathroom, helping her wash her face and brush her teeth. " now you are ready. " the demon smiles, kissing her forehead before helping her back into the bedroom and into bed, pressing more kisses to her face after tucking her in. " i will be in bed soon, my love. " pulling away, soryn retrieves the cup from the bathroom, filling it with water and getting out some tylenol, setting the glass and the pills by her head. she'll probably wake with one hell of a headache.

he gets more ready for bed and soon pulls back the covers, climbing in beside her. soryn hums in content and snakes his arms around her middle, holding her close. " sleep well, misa. "