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Who ❄ Michel, various
What ❄ memshare and assorted overflow
When ❄ ~August
Where ❄ Lumina Cloth carnival
Content Warnings ❄ child abuse and violence, captivity, torture, gore, pet death, transphobia, misogyny, TBA. Specific warnings in headers.


[ Plotting post here! ]

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[insinning]

[Each blow in the memory feels real painful, twisting up in something wretched that makes Sinclair want to throw up. Or cry. It's the loathing, and fear all too familiar. The girl in Winter's memories seemed delicate, waifish. It's not at all like the girl in his, but Sinclair knows very well appearances are deceiving and the cruelty that came naturally to humans could take on any artifice, if only to help them inflict more.

He blindly grabs Winter's arm, shaking his head, blinking back tears. He needs to tell him what he saw, but more than that, he wants to--what? Say 'I'm sorry that happened to you'? That seems to pithy, so juvenile. I understand how much you hate her will seem stranger, without knowing what Sinclair has seen. How much hatred he has buried in his heart.

Michelle?. No. Michel. He wasn't fluent in French, but he recognised the lilting on those words. That was Winter's real name]

I--lets go back to one of the guilds. I think this place--there's something wrong here.