Daughter of the Void

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"Okay, well... You could have announced your presence better." The little sorceress wipes the fish slime off on her skirt. "If you had, I wouldn't have lost my grip, even with it flailing about. Uh. I can offer you half of it, if you want, as like... an apology? Food makes good apologies, right?" She picks up the fallen fish, this time making sure to hook her fingers in the gills to keep a hold on it.

"No, but I gathered some sticks earlier. Put 'em over there." She gestured with her chin to a small pile of wood beneath a nearby bush. "Need some actual logs to feed the fire, but got the kindling at least. Starting it won't be a problem for me." Ann lifted her hand, pointing one finger to the sky. A flame like a candle's light flickered into life at the end of it. "I have a few cantrips that are useful for such things."

Ann knelt down by the fire, and used her knife to carve the side of one of the sticks into thin wooden curls. She poked it with her finger, until it started to smoke. Blowing on it a little, she fed more sticks into it, before using those sticks to transfer it to the main part of the campfire. "Now we need bigger stuff to feed it with." She turned her head and smiled at Venix. "My name's Ann by the way! Nice to meetcha."

Ann gravitated to the bread first. How long had it been since she had bread- real bread made with flour, flour ground from wheat? And there was some sort of dipping sauce to go with it... She tore pieces from the bread and tried the sauces- though, after eating the first few bites, she realized how hungry she actually was. She tore into the bread with her teeth, growling slightly when it wouldn't immediately give, eating fast, but not so fast that she'd choke. Only after the first loaf was done, did she slow down, tearing off more polite chunks, and swallowing them slow. "...Thank you... I know that... that for now I'm a guest, but I won't be forever, so I want to be useful."

Ann exhaled as he pressed back in- as if there weren't enough room inside of her for a full breath, and his length, at the same time. Around his kiss, around his tongue, she salivated, as if he were something delicious. Her hands tightened where they lay against his skin and in his hair. She didn't want him to pull away. Didn't want him to leave her. Didn't want this moment to end yet.

Ann made a sound like a hiccup, when Dio slowly hilted within her. She tried to breathe, but there was just so much of him- so much newness, that she could hardly keep a breath in her lungs. Her body trembled, and she barely managed to exhale his name. "Dio, I... Hn!" Overstimulation was fast setting in, from nerves that just weren't used to being touched this way.

"Possession? Ed, she's me, just a me that's been... violently orphaned from her prior existence! She... she deserves better. Better than getting kicked out of somewhere when she has nowhere else to go. I mean, if she didn't anchor to me, she'd... she'd be dead, right? Like everything else from her world..." Ann leaned into the stroking, her eyes rimmed in red.

“I know. There’s a new school of possession up and about. While maybe expulsion is an option there’s the inward spirit study. It lets you face whatever it is sharing your body directly, and lets others do so too.”

"...It. It doesn't feel like possession, though." Ann's posture shifts. She leans away from Ed, and draws her knees up to her chest- careful not to put her shoes on the couch, though. "It's me. She's me. Just a different me. She's not some foreign... whatever. She's not even trying to take control..."

"Possession? Ed, she's me, just a me that's been... violently orphaned from her prior existence! She... she deserves better. Better than getting kicked out of somewhere when she has nowhere else to go. I mean, if she didn't anchor to me, she'd... she'd be dead, right? Like everything else from her world..." Ann leaned into the stroking, her eyes rimmed in red.

Ann looked up at him for a moment. "I mean. I took off for the rest of the day, when you asked me to sit down. I sort of... figured that I wasn't getting out of this so easy." She ran her hand through her hair- getting it caught in a tangle halfway. Immediately, she scowled at it, and worked on getting it untangled. "Honestly, the one who needs the therapy is... well. My other self. We're the same age. At least, we were when she died. I guess... she's technically still aging, because of the whole, being in my body thing- but, like... a few seconds younger from being in transit? Between worlds?" "...She had a party. Like a fantasy adventuring party. Dads who adopted her. One of them was- they were a goddamn eight foot tall devil. There was a fae who shared her bedroll every night, and knocked cups off of tables. People she owed her life to. Gods, she's... miserable." Ann clutched her heart. "She misses them so much. Feels guilty beyond... beyond anything."

"Yeah. Probably." She snorted a laugh she didn't really feel the humor of. "Even I feel crazy with all of it... But it's so... real. So consistent. All her memories, just there, where I can reach them. Her personality? That's more... separate. I don't really know how it works yet. It's only been two weeks and most of that time she's been sleeping, crying, or screaming. Girlypop is no happy in the least." She practically threw herself on the couch beside him. "You'll probably be able to tell when she does take over. She doesn't... move like I do. She's more... sneaky, but also more... soldier like? Like she's used to having to move in a way that means she's not going to die, from something she hasn't seen yet. Aware. Really... aware."

"Oh, god that's weird." Ed looked at her. "Can you both control your body while awake? Or is it like... A fight or... Whatever? I don't know. All I have in me is literal fire, yours talks back." He said as he let her lean into him before gently stroking her hair for comfort. Edward was clearly practiced at letting people vent around him.

"Ed. I don't know yet." Ann sighed. "She hasn't really cared to be in control. Like I just said, she's just crying and stuff. Sometimes I wake up with a raw throat, though..."

Ann looked up at him for a moment. "I mean. I took off for the rest of the day, when you asked me to sit down. I sort of... figured that I wasn't getting out of this so easy." She ran her hand through her hair- getting it caught in a tangle halfway. Immediately, she scowled at it, and worked on getting it untangled. "Honestly, the one who needs the therapy is... well. My other self. We're the same age. At least, we were when she died. I guess... she's technically still aging, because of the whole, being in my body thing- but, like... a few seconds younger from being in transit? Between worlds?" "...She had a party. Like a fantasy adventuring party. Dads who adopted her. One of them was- they were a goddamn eight foot tall devil. There was a fae who shared her bedroll every night, and knocked cups off of tables. People she owed her life to. Gods, she's... miserable." Ann clutched her heart. "She misses them so much. Feels guilty beyond... beyond anything."

"Yeah. Probably." She snorted a laugh she didn't really feel the humor of. "Even I feel crazy with all of it... But it's so... real. So consistent. All her memories, just there, where I can reach them. Her personality? That's more... separate. I don't really know how it works yet. It's only been two weeks and most of that time she's been sleeping, crying, or screaming. Girlypop is no happy in the least." She practically threw herself on the couch beside him. "You'll probably be able to tell when she does take over. She doesn't... move like I do. She's more... sneaky, but also more... soldier like? Like she's used to having to move in a way that means she's not going to die, from something she hasn't seen yet. Aware. Really... aware."

Ann looked up at him for a moment. "I mean. I took off for the rest of the day, when you asked me to sit down. I sort of... figured that I wasn't getting out of this so easy." She ran her hand through her hair- getting it caught in a tangle halfway. Immediately, she scowled at it, and worked on getting it untangled. "Honestly, the one who needs the therapy is... well. My other self. We're the same age. At least, we were when she died. I guess... she's technically still aging, because of the whole, being in my body thing- but, like... a few seconds younger from being in transit? Between worlds?" "...She had a party. Like a fantasy adventuring party. Dads who adopted her. One of them was- they were a goddamn eight foot tall devil. There was a fae who shared her bedroll every night, and knocked cups off of tables. People she owed her life to. Gods, she's... miserable." Ann clutched her heart. "She misses them so much. Feels guilty beyond... beyond anything."

"Oh, geez, Ed, I'm not planning on becoming an alcoholic... I just... Need something today." Ann breathed again, slower than before. The warmth in her stomach was beginning to spread. "There's two of me in here, now. Two of us, riding the same heartbeat, the same... you know. Dual processor, but the same chassis. Same wiring. Same biological... meatware." She raised her hands up, then dropped them. "So some of the want to be a little tipsy is to help her out, you know? She might be asleep now, but she's gonna wake up, and having a little of the edge of... it'll be good for her too, you know?"

She looked down. "...I've just got a dead girl inside of me. And her memories of a world that doesn't exist anymore. All the people she used to know." Names, faces, voices, hands. People who used to be warm. People who used to matter to her. Gone. She swallowed hard. It made her feel thirsty, but she ignored it.

"Oh, geez, Ed, I'm not planning on becoming an alcoholic... I just... Need something today." Ann breathed again, slower than before. The warmth in her stomach was beginning to spread. "There's two of me in here, now. Two of us, riding the same heartbeat, the same... you know. Dual processor, but the same chassis. Same wiring. Same biological... meatware." She raised her hands up, then dropped them. "So some of the want to be a little tipsy is to help her out, you know? She might be asleep now, but she's gonna wake up, and having a little of the edge of... it'll be good for her too, you know?"

Ann pulled out her keys, and pulled one off, giving it to him. "Here, a spare to my apartment. It's... I'll text you the address." She sighed, grabbing her phone again. "...She's asleep right now. The other me. Better than crying I guess... But..." Ann glanced up at Ed. "...Can I... A drink. What kind of drink are you offering? Because I could definitely use something to take the edge off of... everything."

“I…. If you’re driving it’s non-alcoholic for now. Something for later.” He said. “I have white claw, some local IPA’s. Wine, more than I know what to do with, a smattering of other booze from when I host events. Plus some niche sodas, teas and the like. Also an enchanted cooler. Keep it all cold, via magic.”

She stared at Edward for a moment. Stared really, really hard. "Do these gams look like I own a car? Best I've got is a bicycle. Not one of the electric ones, either. Give me whatever will get me tipsy in a single glass. Please." She made grabby hands.

Ann drank the glass worryingly quickly. She set it down with a clink, and exhaled with a louder shudder. "...God that was awful. Reminds me why I don't drink, generally." As she waited for the drink to settle in her stomach, she closed her eyes, and leaned back. "Burns nice, though... Thank you. This will... hopefully be a step in the right direction of feeling human again. Instead of... way more than human than is comfortable."

Ann pulled out her keys, and pulled one off, giving it to him. "Here, a spare to my apartment. It's... I'll text you the address." She sighed, grabbing her phone again. "...She's asleep right now. The other me. Better than crying I guess... But..." Ann glanced up at Ed. "...Can I... A drink. What kind of drink are you offering? Because I could definitely use something to take the edge off of... everything."

“I…. If you’re driving it’s non-alcoholic for now. Something for later.” He said. “I have white claw, some local IPA’s. Wine, more than I know what to do with, a smattering of other booze from when I host events. Plus some niche sodas, teas and the like. Also an enchanted cooler. Keep it all cold, via magic.”

She stared at Edward for a moment. Stared really, really hard. "Do these gams look like I own a car? Best I've got is a bicycle. Not one of the electric ones, either. Give me whatever will get me tipsy in a single glass. Please." She made grabby hands.

Ann pulled out her keys, and pulled one off, giving it to him. "Here, a spare to my apartment. It's... I'll text you the address." She sighed, grabbing her phone again. "...She's asleep right now. The other me. Better than crying I guess... But..." Ann glanced up at Ed. "...Can I... A drink. What kind of drink are you offering? Because I could definitely use something to take the edge off of... everything."

"I..." She blinked a few times- the only times that her eyes dimmed. "I have no idea. Honestly, I'm kind of... running on autopilot, really. Going through the motions while... I have a whole new processing system running side by side with my own, that can rip holes in reality with magic- but is only using itself for PTSD and sobbing at the moment. It's... God. It's just... so much to deal with." Ann squeezed his hand back. "I've sort of been trying to pretend it doesn't exist, for now. Just... act like it's normal. Pretend nothing changed. Aside from my eyes, nothing has, outwardly." Another few blinks. "...I don't need a place to stay, but, maybe someone for the other me to talk to would be... good. She's pretty fucked in the head right now. Being the sole survivor of an entire universe is bound to do that to someone."

Edward looked at her. “You can put this off for ages, or you can work with it.” He said holding her hand. “I…. I’ve seen a handful of cases of multiversal fusion referenced, though I’ve never dealt with one. And, if memory serves, none like this.” He held onto her. “Also, I don’t know if your magic senses are working but you are just a storm of magic right now. If you’ve been getting looks it’s from magically sensitive people being confused why they felt a magical thunderstorm walking past them.” He held her a bit. “I could…. Give you a job and then we can work on training and dealing with…”. He made a circle in the air with his hands. “All of this.”

"Ed... I have a job." She gestured to the boxes of pastries she'd literally just delivered to him. "I have like three blocks of food shops that let me deliver for them. Half of those shops treat me like family." She sighed, before hanging her head. "All of this, huh? That's what I am now." She repeated his circular motion. "This." "Fuck. I uh. Fine. Can I like... just a few days, until the other me opens up, stay with you? That... was a shitty sentence. Let me try again." Ann shifted her stance, looking up at the ceiling. "Can I stay with you for a few days? Hopefully being around magic stuff being normalized helps the other me with her... Trauma."