[ Eleven. Because El is for friends, and she does not know him, and because she tried on Jane, and it never ended up feeling like it fits. Just another costume, like Nancy's pink dress and Hopper's flannel shirts, and Kali's clothes.
These thoughts skitter across her mind like spiders.
She does not like that he is here. ]
This is mine. I didn't invite you.
[ It frightens her, that he reached in. Charles didn't, not without permission. She took Charles into the void, and he could have barged in. The last thing that slipped into the darkness of her mind unbidden was a thing of growling, wet flesh and a head that opened like a flower and was full of teeth.
He can tell, perhaps, that she is not really here, and neither is he. He's still where he was before, and she is somewhere else entirely in the fae realm as well. And yet here they are, sharing space in the void. ]
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I'm Eleven.
[ Eleven. Because El is for friends, and she does not know him, and because she tried on Jane, and it never ended up feeling like it fits. Just another costume, like Nancy's pink dress and Hopper's flannel shirts, and Kali's clothes.
These thoughts skitter across her mind like spiders.
She does not like that he is here. ]
This is mine. I didn't invite you.
[ It frightens her, that he reached in. Charles didn't, not without permission. She took Charles into the void, and he could have barged in. The last thing that slipped into the darkness of her mind unbidden was a thing of growling, wet flesh and a head that opened like a flower and was full of teeth.
He can tell, perhaps, that she is not really here, and neither is he. He's still where he was before, and she is somewhere else entirely in the fae realm as well. And yet here they are, sharing space in the void. ]