#nightmarewhy

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“You have the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen.” {Hello again :D you can decide who he's talking to.}

Miranda paused, blinking rapidly at the blindsiding statement. She didn't expect that from her role holder friend. Especially since she was a faceless. Someone whose face was destined to remain obscure. After the fact registered, she couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed. Or maybe it was just shyness. She felt her cheeks warm slightly as she replied with, "Thanks, Nightmare. That means a lot."

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Roof Business

@asicklydreamdemon {Continued from here}

Miranda pondered for a moment, trying to let her anger simmer down first. Realizing that was a very generous offer, she heaved the heaviest sigh she could manage. Smiling wryly, she said, “Thank you. I’ll take you up on that offer.”

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 ❝ look at me! it’s just me! ❞ (once again feel free to choose to who ùwú )

My muse is hallucinating and is acting extremely confused about where they are and what’s happening. Send me ❝ look at me! it’s just me! ❞ for my muse’s reaction to your muse trying to snap them out of it.

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Miranda heard whispers all around her, berating her for one thing or another. She was in a pitch black labyrinth, with black mist trying to pull her under into the abyss. She felt weak, her feet moved like molasses, and she tried to trudge forward as much as she could so she could get out of this pit.

Suddenly, a voice, louder than them all, screamed at her. She couldn't quite make out the familiar timbre of it, and they sounded muffled, like they were under water. She felt her legs being pulled, and she refused to let it get to her. She ran, ran towards the new voice. All she knew that it was familiar, and that it was the spark of light in this dark void.

She heard the words, "Look at me! It's just me!"

All she saw was black walls, nothing else. She couldn't see anything. It was as if she were blind. She felt strong hands on her arms, and it terrified her, but the familiarity of the voice kept her from brushing them off. Her breathing was shallow and on the verge of hyperventilating, all she wanted was out of here.

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Comfort

{Continued from here x.}

@asicklydreamdemon

“I was crying because I lost someone important. Not to death, but to another woman. At first I was angry, but that was just a smokescreen. I loved him a lot, and now I’m just falling apart.” 

Her explanation was slow and deliberate, obviously showing how much courage it took for her to admit this to someone else.