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He almost thought it a trick of the mind or eye, when he spotted her.
Lukas had not seen the lady Rinea in life, but it was difficult to forget the sight of body and soul alight in molten agony and adoration. It...should not be possible. Not only for her to be here, alive, but to be...of herself. There was no coming back from being turned into a witch, as far as he knew.
That was part of what made them terrifying, wrong. They were a carved out puppet of what had been, mimicking the memories and personality of the person that was no longer there. Their soul taken by Duma, replaced by dark power.
Duma, who now slumbered eternal with Mila.
So how? How could this be?
Lukas was staring. He was staring intensely.
non-verbal memes || Accepting!!
Rinea felt eyes on her for quite a while, her studies interrupted by the feeling that she was being watched vigilantly. Knowing she was getting nowhere with this immense distraction, and anxiety inducer, she began looking around, searching for the source.
And she found it very readily. A young man in red, who seemed familiar, but in a way that made her head throb with pain and made the burning sensation begin at her fingers again. She could hear screams that sounded like her own, voices shouting in pain, was his one of them?
She didn't like it. It churned itself into knots in her belly, the reminder of what happened to her, of what she had been forced to become. Of the reality that she continuously rejected.
But if she ran, that would just confirm it, wouldn't it? Confirm that what happened was real? No, she wanted her happy reality for just a little longer. Standing up shakily like a newborn fawn finding its legs, she walks over, all smiles, even as her nails bite into her palms. Even as she felt a slight singing of the fabric of her glove, she smiles.
"I couldn't help but notice you staring at me over there. Is there something I can do to help you?"