[ All the plants in their general vicinity– the pretty ones, and the grotesque ones too, shrivel and falter. Merlin's fingers grasp her metal arm, and Zero's grasp at the flower rooted in her eye.
She grits her teeth, digs her fingers in as close to its root as possible– but she does not pull, not yet. The hesitation is obvious.
Whether all of this is real or fake, whether the consequences will be long-standing or not, doing this means losing her arm and doing this means offering up more of her autonomy than she is comfortable with (more than is safe).
But letting this thing will her to move, to strike, to submit– that is somehow, just as terrifying and much more infuriating. So Zero screams, she pulls, she plunges her fingers into the space between her eye socket and the flower and digs it free with her nails and brute strength.
A mangled mess of soft pink petals and a long black stem falls to the ground amongst the withering flowers. It looks more like a smushed spider than any sort of foliage.
Zero falls too, breathing hard and managing noises just about as mangled as the parasite she'd pulled from her eye. ]
Fuck–
[ Her prosthetic is lifeless, none of the elasticity that had once made it move like a flesh and blood limb remains in its joints. ]
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She grits her teeth, digs her fingers in as close to its root as possible– but she does not pull, not yet. The hesitation is obvious.
Whether all of this is real or fake, whether the consequences will be long-standing or not, doing this means losing her arm and doing this means offering up more of her autonomy than she is comfortable with (more than is safe).
But letting this thing will her to move, to strike, to submit– that is somehow, just as terrifying and much more infuriating. So Zero screams, she pulls, she plunges her fingers into the space between her eye socket and the flower and digs it free with her nails and brute strength.
A mangled mess of soft pink petals and a long black stem falls to the ground amongst the withering flowers. It looks more like a smushed spider than any sort of foliage.
Zero falls too, breathing hard and managing noises just about as mangled as the parasite she'd pulled from her eye. ]
Fuck–
[ Her prosthetic is lifeless, none of the elasticity that had once made it move like a flesh and blood limb remains in its joints. ]