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Zoë pats you.
“Can we not pat everyone our mother is into?”
“Shut up. Yo’ ruinin’ de moment.”
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"...Okay, den. I'll allow dis once." Bite. "Non, no bitin', we talked 'bout dis, Klept." Remy smiled. "Don' mind it, petite, it's jes' cranky 'cause it ain't ate fer a bit."
Zoë pinned Scott against a wall, her breath sweet and coppery. Her pupils constricted, eyes twitching under the mental strain. Pulses of red splintered through her left eye, splitting the sea of emerald green. Her bruised hands shook as she held a knife against his pulse point. Multiple muscles in her face twitched, rippling as rocks dropped into a tussling sea. No amount of hatred could make her do it. Not even when tormenting the others could she strike vital organs.
“GͤAH!” Zoë’s voice drifted between two beings, distorted by the share of one body. “Ẅhaͬ̏t m̓ͧak͆e̦̫s y̴̥ou so̬͞ s̜pe͔ͬcḯàl̏?”
The knife clattered to the floor, slipping out of hands. She punched Scott, throwing him to the side. Her nose wrinkled as she stared down the hall, dissociating. She tilted her head, the world turning into a Dutch tilt with memories blurring into the background.
“She hates you. Wë̶ ḫͦa͓te you, but I can’t do it. Why can’t I do it?”
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Scott's side bursts with pain the moment he hits the ground, shades flying right off his nose and clattering somewhere nearby. He's no stranger to being flung around like a rag doll, but it hurts a little more when the one flinging you happens to be a girl you know. Or... once knew. That voice was almost unrecognisable, like a garbled recording – once something familiar, now mangled beyond its innocence. Scott fumbles around for his glasses before shoving them on. It doesn't sound like Zoë's going to try anything right now, but you can never be too careful.
"What are you... What are you talking about?" he asks. "Zoë?"
Frogs croaked in the setting sun, sitting on fallen logs. The water was covered with algae and duckweed, concealing alligators from prey. Thick trees make homes to lizards and birds. The tall grass made a perfect home for snakes and rodents.
Zoë reached up to a branch, standing on her tippy toes. She stood still until her hand darted out to yoink a veiled chameleon.
“You’d make a good pet.” She let it crawl up her arm.
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Andromeda is too busy anxiously looking up at every other branch for any stray snakes. Or worms. God, she hates worms. If it weren't for the fact that she missed hanging out with Zoë, she would've stayed far, far away from this place. Oh, well. The things you do for love.
His eyes go wide as that chameleon crawls up Zoë's arm, feeling a mix of curiosity and fear. "H-holy shit, is that safe?"
What situation is occurin’ ‘n do I gotta worry ‘bout it? Dere is already a big immortal mutant issue goin’ on over here in Zoë world
I don’ wanna crash out…
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We have thankfully solved this issue since this ask was sent, I have neglected my ask box as I was very busy with finding my son and granddaughter. They are both home safe now.
A tiny kid darted out from behind furnace, squealing as she tackled (failed miserably) Andromeda.
She could’t be older than 6 since she was missing her two front teeth. This kid did seem familiar however.
It was younger Zoë, innocent and mischievous
“Chat! ‘M mean tag! Yous it!”
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Andromeda squeaks and darts out of the way as the kid barrels past him and rolls across the carpeted floor. Was that...? How the hell could that be possible?
"Wait, what? You didn't even touch me!"
TAG!
No tag backs :3
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HEY!! No fair, I wasn't even ready!
