ME , MY SISTER -

get out of my head. - minthara

she used to floating above ground like a mystery, shifting in and out of rooms and spaces without invitation.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎what was left behind was only the question of, did someone see that, and where did they go‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a person always unknown, always lonely, but at least she was always safe‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(from them, the people who tore her and her family to pieces;‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎from vulnerability, the thing she had no idea how to express).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that luxury of being unknown is gone now, forcibly and aggressively shoving them into a world of both violence and fears faced.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's not minthara's fault, and it's not minthara they blame.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎how could they? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ both of them writhe in pain, and their unwanted guest forces the darkest flashes of worlds and faces unbeknownst to ashlyn‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎who would want this?

         what does a disciple of loss know of rebirth?   dedicating her life to mourning except she pours not over a soul lost but past dashed over in darkness.   there is a vacancy within the acolyte that recognizes an absence in the other.   an unnamed void,   neither point to the source but they are aware it is there.   no matter this acknowledgement it is not in her nature to coddle,   or rather it was not detailed in her lady's teachings.   ❛   why yes as if that tome were a mirror and you suddenly developed a penchant for pure,   unadulterated vanity.   ❜   while a scholar in her own right she was no practitioner of broader magic like some of their other travel companions.   shadowheart's knowledge was as narrow as the night,   confined to utility to better serve the goddess.   ❛   although not even astarion stares that long at his own reflection.   ❜   the bitting edge of her humor was less for the sorceress' benefit and more for her own as being comfort to others was not a particular spell within her arsenal.   

if the tome were a mirror‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the cleric's words feel so spot on, ashlyn almost flinches.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it could be, is what they want to say.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎what was a twin if not just a way to stare directly at oneself, or some version that that self could become.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now, a twin to her is but a memory, one shadowheart could take into herself if she tried.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎would she be horrified by what she'd find in the depth of the tadpole's grasp?

who wants to hold ashlyn's hand or give her a hug or let her practice magic on you or teach her a skill or something or anything or kiss her or help her hunt her sister's killers or -