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Diana hesitated outside of Jennie’s door, distinctly feeling like she might throw up at any moment. She had been trembling with anxious energy since that afternoon, when she had spotted the other demigoddess talking with Hwiyoung. Just the sight of the two interacting had felt like it knocked the wind out of her. Jennie was nice. She desperately did not want to see the other woman get hurt by that monster.

But she was also scared to bring it up to Jennie. Scared that she wouldn’t understand or wouldn’t believe her and that she would have to divulge all of the awful details that she would rather not think about, let alone give voice to. The prospect was terrifying, making her feel all the worse. And after letting it all eat at her for a few hours, she couldn’t stand it anymore.

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(...) Jennie leans toward the woman, and she presses her lips against Adaline’s cheek. “I’m sorry that I woke you.” She tries to calm her heart. She felt weak, and she hated it with a passion. Her arms wraps around the woman’s waist, unsure of what to do or say. However, she finally manages to be brave enough to ask. “Did you see my nightmare, love? Cause if so, I am so sorry.”

Adaline doesn’t often feel this concerned for another person, but then Jennie had been avoiding her for a long time now before finally allowing her to stay over again. And now her friend is waking in the middle of the night due to horrible nightmares, soaked in sweat and breathing heavily. It’s nothing new for Adaline, of course, to see people’s fear, to know they were drowning in the horrors of their own mind, but it is new to see Jennie so undone.

“Do not worry, my darling,” she says softly, bringing up hands to smoothen Jennie’s hair and rub her arms. “I am the daughter of Nightmares. It is more likely that your nightmares are my fault than that I am disturbed by them.” She reaches up to take hold of Jennie’s chin lightly but with great warmth and affection.

“Don’t ever forget that your nightmares are only your deepest fears reflected by the shadows that take hold of you. None of it is true, none of it is real, unless you’re seeing memories of times past in which case it’s already over and done with. Don’t let them take hold of your present self and ruin the future you’re trying to live towards.”

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some lives tangle up at the very beginning, some take longer. some untangle again over time, some always stay a great big mess of tangles. this interests jordan; the way people’s minds work, the way they connect with each other, the way friendships are forged and either cultivated over time or lost in the mess that is life. what interests him about humans is what makes them so human, and since he’s always been able to read people’s thoughts without anyone to tell him it’s a bad thing, he perhaps crosses many a boundary in order to figure out what he wants to know - but it’s not like he judges people for what he comes to know, so there’s no issue as far as he’s concerned.

none of that thought process has anything to do with the lady he bumps into, except that it’s the reason he didn’t notice her sooner. within the first moment of her turning to him, her thoughts flash annoyed and angry at him and he cowers in the face of them, automatically nudging a thought of sympathy in there for the man across from her who is clearly shuddering where he’s standing, afraid and harmless.

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Diana’s bookshelf was full-- full to the extent that extra books were piled on top of her coffee table, small kitchen table and nightstand. She had ordered a new bookshelf to match her current one, luckily. Or maybe unluckily, she realized as she stood by the mailboxes in the apartment lobby, watching the heavy, awkward box as if it might lunge at her. She hadn’t really thought about how she would get it up to her place. Or maybe she had just assumed Jinseok would be around to help her, which he wasn’t.

“Maybe if I just...” She tried to wrap her arms around the long, flat box, but she could barely drag it, let alone lift it off the ground. Crap. She did not want to leave it there, in the way, but Jinseok was not going to be back from work until late and he was the only person she could think of to help her with this.

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It’s not in her nature to stare at people. She has been taught from a young age that staring is rude and she absolutely agrees. Being looked at is alright, of course, especially when people look at her with admiration, but when it becomes staring, it just gets uncomfortable.

That said, she can’t help but turn on her heels to get another good look at the person who just passed her by, a slight frown creasing her forehead as she takes in the familiar back view of the woman. Still, it takes her a few more seconds, and especially the sword being drawn and pointed at what seems to be a rude customer, for her to realise exactly who she’s looking at.

Still, she’s not going to just walk into the middle of that, so she politely moves over to the bar, waving off the attention of this or the other male employee who tries to offer her a menu - it’s great service but she’s no longer interested at this point. When eventually Jennie has made quick work of the annoying customer and returns back into the club, she sits up instantly, gaze fixed solidly on the woman.

“Good evening,” she says, once her old friend is within earshot, and she instantly beams her a grin. It’s been several years now since Jennie suddenly disappeared without a word, but she never considered it might be in any way because of her, and so she now also doesn’t consider the fact that maybe the other woman might not want to see her right now.

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“I don’t think it’s that deep, boss. I think you just need to drink less coffee and more water,” Yuyan commented in a soothing voice, handing Jennie a few painkillers and a bottle of water. Once the other woman was distracted, she snatched her phone off of her desk and quickly set it to do not disturb, making sure any important messages would be forwarded to her.

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it has been a while since jennie visited his workplace, demanding to know about shuhua, full of confusion and emotion that she clearly had never learned to properly deal with before. and so, since it didn’t seem likely that she was going to visit again, osiris has taken it upon himself to go visit the girl.

rather than show up at her workplace, where there are colleagues she would have to keep up appearances for, he just goes straight to her home. it’s not that hard to figure out which of the apartments is hers - he really just casually asks shuhua - and so it’s not long before he shows up in front of her door. it helps that she’s egyptian too, of course, gives him a lot more excuses to be there.

he checks down the hallway first before leaning in and using his elbow to press her doorbell, straightening up again nicely. he’s holding a long box in one hand - an ancient egyptian sword he thought jennie might be interested in having - and a bouquet of flowers in the other. he conferred with the worker at the flower shop to make sure his bouquet would convey something like parental love, care and warmth, since that is mostly what he wishes jennie would feel from him.