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You feel her hand grip your rear, and you blush as her tar-coated, ethereal tongue slips and slides along yours, leaving a strong taste of horrible in your mouth.
But it’s a good kind of horrible. By now, you’ve gotten used to it, and it begins to be the only thing you sense.
Your vision darkens as that taste lingers.
Your eyes slowly drift shut, and you feel as if you feel less and less. Senses deadened, eyes heavy, you close them. You can’t see so well anymore anyways.
You feel the coldness in your rear leave it, and you feel like you’ve lost something precious.
Yet, at the same time, you feel a vile hatred towards that very same thing.
Your eyes slowly open as you look to your precious cargo: the small bottle of what once was a fairy.
Why can’t you shake the feeling that she’s done something horrible…
You can’t feel so well.
You don’t feel so well, either...
Why can’t you feel your toes? Or anything else, for that matter?
And yet, the cold remains, even with the bottle of Cirno gone.
Lunasa eyes the bottle in her hand, dropping you from her frigid embrace, her hand finally letting go of her death grip on your liver.
You feel horrible, but you feel.
Like your skin has been burned by ice, but deeper. Far, far deeper…
Like every inch of every inch has been frozen solid and defrosted in a microwave. The surface is warm, and yet… the inside is still icy and frozen.
You gulp air down, and fall on your back as you watch in horror as she uncorks the bottle, sniffing it.
She then puts the bottle to your lips. “Pleassse… Destroy thisss monster…” Her hiss-like whispers are filled with venom and hate, her eyes burning with a life not there before.
You comply, tears running down your cheeks as you feel the icy liquid roll down your throat, burning all it touches with its chill.
These aren’t tears of sorrow, though, are they? These are tears of something else entirely. Pain. Vindication. Desperation. Determination.
A fire builds in your belly as it bottoms out, filling you in an instant.
And yet, why are you smiling? You drank… ...Well, okay, she tried to kill you a little, but, well… who hasn’t? Maybe Satori, but… she’s practically your mother, so it’d be strange if she tried to hurt you.
You watch as color returns to the world, her eyes burning yellow instead of blazing white. Her golden hair seems… somehow sharper. Her everything does.
Save for her stylish hat. That stays as corporeal as everOHHGODSHE’SHUGGINGYOUAGAINANDWHILENOTNEARLYASCOLDIT’SSTILLCOLDyou take a deep breath as you smile up at her.
She smiles down at you.
Your lips touch, hers slimy with the tar that once ran like a river, sticking to your lips like sap. It’s…
It’s actually not as bad as before… It’s cold, definitely. But it’s not as painful. It feels like a weight is placed on your chest, sure, but that's not painful either.
You wrap a leg around her back. Oddly, it doesn’t go through her like before. Weird.
Her smoldering yellow eyes in empty sockets… lid? Is that possible? Sure, she has done it a bit already, but, weOHH! Ohh, wow… That’s…
Why does your chest feel so… weird?
You look down, and find her hand touching a glowing, throbbing heart. It seems to be attached, and yet…
...why does it look so alien? It glows with such bright light, and pulses with every beat, yet feels so familiar. It’s like a part of you you’ve only just noticed. A part of you that you should have seen by now.
She grips your heart, earning a groan out of you. It’s neither pleasure nor pain. It’s just… It feels…
Your soul begins to break apart…
But it refused!