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"饾懎饾拹饾挀饾拡饾拪饾挆饾拞 饾拵饾拞, 饾拹饾拤 饾懗饾拹饾挀饾拝. 饾懞饾拤饾拹饾挊 饾拵饾拞 饾拵饾挌 饾拠饾拏饾拪饾挄饾拤 饾拪饾拸 饾挌饾拹饾挅 饾拪饾挃 饾挄饾挀饾挅饾拞. 饾懗饾拞饾挄 饾拵饾拞 饾挊饾拹饾挀饾挃饾拤饾拪饾拺 饾挌饾拹饾挅, 饾拵饾挌 饾拝饾拪饾挆饾拪饾拸饾拞..."
Once devout ex-cultist wishing desperately for purpose.
#LewdRP #NSFWRP #MVRP #OCRP #FantasyRP
She once read that life is a chaotic stream of coincidences. In that chaos, sometimes it was best to merely...float through the river's flow.
Maybe. Maybe that was right. For now.
She hasn't been held like this since she was a child. When she first joined. By her adoptee.
Warmth. The feeling of another, of comfort she's lost. Uncertainty terrifies her in a way that would leave her paralysed. Yet, here she was. Alone, on her own in the world confused.
Yet, there was warmth even outside of certainty. The stiff body shifted in Toko's arms.
...
Her body slowly stilled. Breathing returned, and her feet laid steady on the ground. Something to keep her grounded. Alicia breathed in.
Then out. It wasn't until minutes passed by without a word that the Magus' arms wrapped around Toko back.
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She had been expecting more akin to clones when the...
饾應饾挅饾挄饾拞..馃挱
N-No, demon heads, get it together Alicia! The ex-cultist was still sensitive to matters of life after death. She remained uncomfortable.
Not at the woman's presence, but at what Toko entailed.
The call to her tome rings in her mind. To find comfort in it. To find belief and dedicate her very soul to it.
Her breaths were shallow.
It is a reminder. A mental panic she couldn't wrestle out of. She shook while sitting in the bed. Eyes unfocusing on the hellhound.
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Heads? She doesn't quite recognize Toko as a hell-hound at first, and tales she's read has them closer to one being. A connection via bloodline? It was an inherent ability, or so Toko said but--
It was a constant examining of that magic, eyes squinting only to have her thoughts-
A hellhound. A demon, a devil which guards the underworld. A place of sinful reckonings--
She'd been taught her whole life on bargaining with demons. The consequences. But the spell...
She felt almost cornered.
"...M-Maybe. Its, uh, not like I have the money for lessons...-"
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It was deceptive, she believes, how innocent she seemed. That was a different her. An Alicia sure in her belief.
When its crumbled, this mess of a woman with frizzled hair and an aimless path is whats left.
When it came to bring shushed, her eyes would naturally follow-
"Did you create the water yourself? Teleport a glass? It was a rather simple motion too, my circles generally require more complex lines in between the diameters of the circle..."
It was passion that was followed by a choking sound. Then a hand snatching the water and drinking.
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Remedies... She probably knew a concoction or two that'd save her from the throbbing headache. Or the dryness of her throat. Maybe some water would be good. She must be dehydrated.
The use of heroine twice caught her hearing. Face burning beneath those doting hands.
"U-Uhh...Did...I mention something with stories? I-I'm not no heroine, for lord's sake..."
How does one react to waking up to a beautiful woman treating her like this?
It took an awfully long time of simply accepting the treatment before she actually exclaimed.
"A-And-"
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