ooh i forgot about this. i think i decided not to go with it because it was kinda dark but for ldg's backstory i considered having the plague that killed her village being inadvertently caused by her spreading the fungus. copy pasting a scribble from my phone notes here
she carried me with a warmth befitting one who knows not what they possess. her skin my vessel, she brought me to the light from which i hid, let me make my way into dampness and darkness, to find purchase in caverns i could consume but not maintain. i would have them all. but i wanted her.
i did not know if the person she was would forgive me for this. but the person she was would not be there much longer. when my threads weaved into her, and when she ceased to be anything and instead became everything, and when all that i have ever been flooded her mind, she would understand. not a curse, no. an invitation. a baptism in loam, a union cemented by the shedding of flesh. she would know what we had done, and she would not grieve, for all she could grieve for will have been returned to her. in me, all things return.
