at  first  glance,  her  reflection  is  not  cast  right  on  the  pools  surface.  it  is  obscured  some,  large,  and  weaving  like  a  mass  of  worms  in  muddy  soil.  but  in  the  blink  of  an  eye,  it  seems  to  right  itself.  in  the  ripples  cast  by  her  own  foot  falls  as  she  walks.  of  course,  many  have  said  the  same,  gods  in  particular  tend  to  avoid  the  truth  of  it.  the  knowing  that  their  reality  was  only  a  dream.  "  that's  alright,  i  understand.  "  she  hums,  an  echo  curling  around  her  voice,  a  cacophony  of  pitches  and  tones.  every  stride  brought  her  closer,  and  closer,  the  shadows  around  them  both  drawn  longer  and  darker.  "  you're  afraid.  your  kind  always  are.  "  reaching  out  with  one  hand,  all  blood  and  nothing  more.  to  adjust  a  crease  in  the  fabric folds  at  tsukuyomi's  chest.  "  but  don't  you  worry  about  that,  dear.  your  fear  is  temporary,  it'll  go  away  very  soon.  "

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I wished I save it on my laptop for you but it was a gif of Lucy crying in her car telling Stiles to go away and then it moves to Stiles saying I think your beautiful when you cry