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she’s just sleeping. sorcus sits beside her with a hand on sylvie’s head.
the knightly figure slowly turns “her” head towards him, eyeing the weapon with concern.
“ did something happen? ”
There’s something else that makes this feel overwhelming.
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[He stumbled against the wall, muttering out a curse as the use of teleporting is finally catching up to him. He needs to push that away.]
[He could… feel it..]
[It crawls underneath his skin.]
[Staring at his daughter bedroom, seeing the door opened-]
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that’s not my mother. that’s not my mother. that’s not my mother. that’s not my mother. that’s not my mother. that’s not my mother. that’s not my mother. that’s not my mother. that’s not my mother. that’s not my mother. that’s not my mother. that’s not my mother. that’s n
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she just smiled, albeit a fake one as she felt sad but wouldn’t show or tell mikey.
“ oh, nothing much! i just didn’t want to eat dinner today because i wasn’t feeling hungry. i’m fine, i promise. ”
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she looked up towards the door, pushing the family photo down to be covered so as to not suddenly space out and glance back at it mid-conversation.
“ yeah, i’m here big bro… ”
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sylvie’s staring at a family photo on her bedside; looking at where mikey was posed specifically.
hands slightly curl and pull the fabrics of her blanket a bit closer to her, with a sorrowful and worried expression painted on her face.
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sorcus kept looking at the clock.
unlike sylvie… sorcus quickly caught on to what was happening to mikey, but she didn’t quite understand it as well.
it feels horrible watching your own brother who has seen you grow slowly wither away, worse and worse.
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