✏️ loved the writing in the last wip u posted btw
thank you so much!!! i really should write about my ocs more often... you get part of a patho fic i started writing back when they announced that bachelor route was going to be similar to life is strange!
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Daniil is aware of two things regarding his newfound ability. The first is that he cannot tell anyone about it, as they would surely lock him away, and he cannot afford that. The second is that he should use it sparingly, if for no other reason than because it hurt to do so.
There was also the fact of consequence he was not prepared to deal with. When the plague was first announced, he made the horrible mistake of saying to himself, I wish we could simply sleep til the end of this whole fiasco, and of course, he was dragged forward.
This time, it was not Telman who greeted him, but a furious - what was his name, Artemy? Very sullen, towering over him in the theatre. For a second, Daniil thought he’d planted himself into a fight, but the other man only stood with his hands at his sides.
“I never should have trusted you,” he said. The words themselves meant nothing to Daniil, but the emotion behind them, the heartbreak and grief, made him swallow uncomfortably. He looked around the theatre, surrounded by coughing and screams, and saw so many small bodies covered with sheets that the discomfort gave way to guilt.
Daniil does the cowardly thing, and reverses time again.
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send a ✏️ for a bit of a wip!