>>6371096It's too late. Something is sure to happen. Escape is not allowed. Sammie could feel her own soulless vessel wrecking havoc. The heart acts as if a person jumping on a rope bridge, it is affecting the entire body by simply pumping more blood into everywhere it could reach. She hopes that Fubuka would not notice her cheeks are burning up. The rhythm of breath turns erratic as the heart demands more fresh air. She hopes that Fubuka would be too occupied to count her breath. She forgot that Ellie, Inno and Weird Eyes might be watching this unfolding too.
When the noses touch, she resorted to her way of counting prime numbers, to overthink details about the situation. Which is not calming at all. To express love, like any other mammal capable of empathy, to feel instincts that allows them to feed and care their offspring instead of cannibalising it. But with two girls. What is the average age of menarche again? Twelve? Thirteen? Why are girls at the cusp of attaining fertility doing rituals of courtship? The head of the other tilted a bit, as if to prepare lips overlapping. No, there is a more fundamental problem than this. Are the soulless magical girls body be even able to reproduce? With the incubator as the matchmaker, magical girls are pretty much the brides of the universe, expressing the duality of the world, by spreading hope as magical girls, and despair as witches. Maybe the incubator kept those reproductive organs intact so the hormones released could produce more emotional chaos and collect more energy out of the magical girl. Just like herself, right now, maybe fearing, maybe anticipating, maybe, waiting for something to change.
It did not happen.
What is the meaning of this. As the older sister tries to unlock the intertwined hands all that left is confusion, the tiny bit of emptiness, as if her supposed family chipped away a bit of herself. Fubuka pulled herself out just as easy as how she made herself into the act. This is not fair...
Until a calloused palm, fingertips ending in talons from the back covered Sammie's eyes and ears.
"Focus. You still have an important task on hand. The job you have taken on to sustain yourself." The birdsong reverberates through Sammie's mind. It is Klarver, the honourbound warrior who overcomes adversaries with sharp focus and sheer willpower. He then unfolds those hands and pitch black wings, yet still limiting the vision range, towards Emma lying on the airbed.
"...I will deal with that later." Sammie clenched her teeth, letting the force direct her focus away from what happened just now. She has to write for the sake of her survival, both for being a magical girl born out of hatred, and for the family that adopts her as she is.
>change 4 and 5It was uneventful. Ellie looks fine doing her part. Sammie was arranging and looking back and forth for what has changed to ensure continuity. She does not give too much attention to Fubuka other than minimal communication to make things work.
