[ She doesnāt know what she needs. She wants the answer to the ever-lingering question of how to prevent someone from turning. She wants to make sure her friends are okay, especially the youngest two who were with them tonight. She wants to make sure this never happens again, not to anyone and especially not to anyone sheās come to care about.
She wishes Thoma was still here.
But she doesnāt know what she needs. She only knows that she doesnāt want to Diluc to let go of her. She burrows her face into his chest, welcoming the warmth of his embrace after a long harrowing while in the bitter cold of those icy caverns, and the lids of her eyes fall heavily in exhaustion as she tries to find some semblance of comfort.
Only that, as soon as she closes her eyes, as soon as she sees darkness, the nightmares come back. The large, hulking lupine form enshrouded in darkness that Eustace became. The sharp fangs that bit into her without regard for who she was, like he didn't even know her. The glow of his eyes as he emerged from a pool of black, saturated in shadow. His eerie smile, the sickening and twisted tone of his voice as he declared, Tifa... Just wait there. I'll get rid of them all and take you home soon.
The moment when, for just a flash, she saw Diluc in that waking nightmare in place of Eustace.
Her hands grasp almost desperately against her moonlight and - as close as heās holding her, as troubled as she is by what sheād seen tonight - a sharp, searing pain lances through her side and she chokes out her words. ]
D-Diluc— it hurts—
[ Why the hell does it hurt? Sheād cast her healing magic, even tried to use dreamotion, and yet—
She pulls away just enough to look down at her side. Thereās nothing to indicate that she had been wounded there. Surely, there are rips and cuts on other parts of her attire, but the skin beneath each tear has since been healed over by her druidic magic. And yet thereās clearly something wrong. The panic is plain on Oriās face as she watches dark, inky wisps of nightmare energy begin to seep out of the seams of her corset. It feels almost as if she's drowning and gasping for air while echoes ring through her mind.
You try, and try, and try to protect and to heal, but all you do is hurt. You take. You are a burden. And you let everyone down each and every time you try. ]
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She wishes Thoma was still here.
But she doesnāt know what she needs. She only knows that she doesnāt want to Diluc to let go of her. She burrows her face into his chest, welcoming the warmth of his embrace after a long harrowing while in the bitter cold of those icy caverns, and the lids of her eyes fall heavily in exhaustion as she tries to find some semblance of comfort.
Only that, as soon as she closes her eyes, as soon as she sees darkness, the nightmares come back. The large, hulking lupine form enshrouded in darkness that Eustace became. The sharp fangs that bit into her without regard for who she was, like he didn't even know her. The glow of his eyes as he emerged from a pool of black, saturated in shadow. His eerie smile, the sickening and twisted tone of his voice as he declared, Tifa... Just wait there. I'll get rid of them all and take you home soon.
The moment when, for just a flash, she saw Diluc in that waking nightmare in place of Eustace.
Her hands grasp almost desperately against her moonlight and - as close as heās holding her, as troubled as she is by what sheād seen tonight - a sharp, searing pain lances through her side and she chokes out her words. ]
D-Diluc— it hurts—
[ Why the hell does it hurt? Sheād cast her healing magic, even tried to use dreamotion, and yet—
She pulls away just enough to look down at her side. Thereās nothing to indicate that she had been wounded there. Surely, there are rips and cuts on other parts of her attire, but the skin beneath each tear has since been healed over by her druidic magic. And yet thereās clearly something wrong. The panic is plain on Oriās face as she watches dark, inky wisps of nightmare energy begin to seep out of the seams of her corset. It feels almost as if she's drowning and gasping for air while echoes ring through her mind.
You try, and try, and try to protect and to heal, but all you do is hurt. You take. You are a burden. And you let everyone down each and every time you try. ]
H—Helpā¦