The Big Sister helmet in both hands, raising it up over her head and putting it on. Securing the helmet in place while attempting to get through to Sophia one more time.
"I wish you look at me not as a successor or experiment but as your daughter."
Eleanor noticed the syringe and takes a step back, then another.
Creating space between mother and daughter.
Perhaps she was foolish for believing that her mother would listen to her, she never did before so why would this time be any different?
"I know what I'm
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𝐒elf-vermined rejoinders
blemished the daughter
Doctor Lamb once raised,
now arrantly unrecognizable.
A painful thing for a
loving mother to witness.
𝙎𝙝𝙚, present afore the Secular Saint, the 𝙥͟𝙧͟𝙚͟𝙩͟𝙚͟𝙣͟𝙙͟𝙚͟𝙧.
𝙎𝙝𝙚, whose words are not the words she had taught»
Not."
She says while continuing to step away.
Eleanor doesn't look away from Sophia, from her mother due to the presence of the aforementioned syringe.
"I'm not a messiah, I won't be one.
Why can't you see that? After all this time... why can't you see me?"
She clutches
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That causes a smile to form on her face, small but noticable.
"I'm glad."
The yellow lights are familiar sight, she'll always recognize what they mean.
"We need to move, it isn't safe here. Can you stand?"
As she approached him slowly, the Big Daddy made whale like sounds which indicated he could hear her.
The lights switching towards yellow looking at Eleanor.
@ESC2P4ART1ST [Soon I will, it's half done in my drafts. I just need to get back into working on it, lol
You are? Awesome! I can't wait to see what the two of you make.
I'm excited. 😌
[I also need to make a new pinned tweet here since my current one isn't working properly, it hasn't been since Twitter got rid of Moments (😔), and because it's quite outdated
It makes sense, forgetting faces isn't easy for the average person. Doubly so for Big Daddy's.
She steps forward, approaching him slowly.
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
Perhaps there's a chance he could have seen her when she was still a Little Sister.
Eleanor sadly can't say the same, she knows he's a Big Daddy's but she doesn't necessarily recognize him individually.
That childlike intrigue is always enough to make Eleanor smile, despite everything done to them? At the end of the day the Little Sisters are still children, ever wondrous.
"I suppose so, gathering what supplies I can find mostly."
Watching her with the Big Daddy, it was suddenly so clear. It wouldn’t stop. it would never leave her. it would never hurt her or shout at her or get drunk and hit her or say it was too busy to spend time with her. And it would die to Protect her.
Eleanor didn't think that her mother would be willing to hear her out. It surprised her for a moment but she begins to explain.
"Is she happy? Yes, she is.
I recognize her, she's me, as am I.
Not the Messiah, not what you wanted me to be.
Just... Eleanor."
And
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𝐑ecalcitrance reverberated
unpleasant, deafening, unwelcome.
Fierceful words uttered were not
the ones Sofia had taught daughter-
dearest——oh, how it shattered the
heart into innumerable, irreparable fragments.
Before her is but a mere image
of the little girl she raised, who»
She wouldn't have it any other way, Eleanor knows that everything her mother did was essentially her life's work but such a thing never was something Eleanor wanted.
She wants to choice she lives her life, to know what the sun feels like.
To make friends, have a normal
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