#him and his stupid love tunnel hypnosis eyes

[silly-lili-things]

here's wip 1, guess who it is

[cheekygreenty]

In My Head - The Darkling x Reader

Supppeer angsty and kinda sad?

The fire engulfed the golden kefta in a water-like rhythm. The cracks and sparks echoed in the open field amongst the silence that settled around all of you. Alina was exhausted, Zoya was grieving, the Ketterdam criminals looked shaken too. But you were unmoving, as still as a painting and not showing a single emotion. They had all witnessed your heartbreak as it fell and crashed the world around you, breaking every part of you. They watched as realization flooded you that you never truly knew Aleksander. They watched as he tore your heart from your chest and threw it into the depths of the Fold to rot.

Painted a picture,

I thought I knew you well

It was humiliating. Alina had tried to warn you but you played her off as selfish and unwilling to use her powers for the good of all Grisha. You told her she was stupid and foolish for loving an otkazat'sya when in reality you were the fool for loving a man that didn't exist.

You told her she was crazy, that Aleksander would never lie to you and that he was good because you knew him. In truth, you were no better than him. You blindly followed everything he said, completely ignoring the alarm bells in your head. You had grown used to them as weeks went by, to the point of the alarm playing a low comforting tune in your mind all day and all night.

There weren't enough apologies in the world to say sorry for the things you'd done and said to Alina and she'd insisted that no apology was necessary because it wasn't your fault, 'It's not your fault you only see the good things about people' she whispered to you before she left to change. But the good things about him weren't there; they never existed. It was all in your head, a mind so desperate for love it concocted a whole new Aleksander, one which you loved so much and would do anything for.

I got a habit of seeing what isn't there

'We were all fooled Y/N, Don't blame it all on yourself' Despite her grieving and sorrow, Zoya's hand rested on your shoulder briefly as a sign of comfort. Without her, you wouldn't have been here right now, alive and breathing.

'I don't blame myself. I hate myself for being so blind'

'Me too'

I thought that you were the one

But it was all in my head

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You could feel the nothingness of the Fold threading through your hair even inside Alina's tunnel of safety. You stared at her shackled feet, pushing the guilt away and replacing it with a sense of righteousness. There was nothing else that could be done to keep her in check, if she wanted to escape and hide from her destiny forever then she would do so over your dead body.

The Fold needed to be gone and if chaining her to the skiff was going to be the only way she obeyed then so be it. Your mind quickly spiraled back to her hasty words back in the tent. She was panicked and desperate, clinging to your arm like a wailing child begging to be heard. Her lies were bizarre and abundant, no doubt the works from her long journey to the Stag but they were unbelievable. So extreme even a Fjerdan would laugh at their ridiculousness.

The skiff suddenly stopped, Novokribirsk visible in the distance with lines of First-Army troops standing in neat lines.

'Why have we stopped?' A dignitary asked and you wondered the same thing. You searched the skiff for anyone with an explanation, but everyone looked equally as confused but Alina looked mortified. What is going on?

'One more demonstration. You’ve seen what the Sun Summoner can do' You whipped your head around to him slightly moving away but his arm pulled you back to his side with an edge. You heard the loud jangle of Alina's chains as she tried to move. 'Now bear witness to what I can do… with her power.'

He pushed you to Ivan, who took no time in holding you back by the arms, caging you in his grasp. You resisted on the simple basis that you didn't know why you were being restrained just like Alina but the answer came all too soon. There was no time to shout or gasp as Aleksander raised his own hands and the black shadows of the Fold expanded into Novokribirsk, killing everything in its path.

You stood motionless as the horrible sounds of volcra swarming and humans screaming flooded the air. Alina's words came back to you again but you didn't listen. No, you didn't want to. Zoya seemingly came down from the mainsail and looked at the black void in a hypnosis-like stare but nobody dared say anything. There was a silence on the skiff while hundreds and thousands of lives ceased to exist in a matter of seconds.

The comforting tune in your head had suddenly turned into a blinding screech, rendering you frozen and flabbergasted. He did this, Aleksander did this. How could he do this? You tried to fight the heartrenderer off, squirming desperately in his arms to cover your ears from the slaughtering sounds. Your knees had given out by now and Alina was on the floor of the skiff, struggling to get up due to the heavy and awkward chains. I put them there.

'Today, we redraw all the maps. With the power of the Sun Summoner at my command, I control the Fold.' A sob erupted from your throat right at the minute you realized Alina was right. You didn't listen, this is all my fault. Ivan pulled you back up, roughly smacking a hand over your mouth to stop your pathetic cried of betrayal. You fought a little harder, trashing around in hopes of escaping his hold or at least getting someone's attention but nobody seemed to care. They all feared for their lives.

'All countries will answer to us. For who would oppose us now?' He briefly shot a look in your direction but spared you no emotion. It was then that you saw the real Aleksander, blood-thirsty for power and revenge. The Black Heretic.

Everything you are made you

Everything you aren't

The next five minutes were a complete blur. You somehow found yourself fighting for your life and those around you. Your head was empty of its usual whirling thoughts as survival mode kicked in. Kill or be killed. You stopped counting how many hits you got or how many bruises were forming on your body. It was primal and in your Grisha nature to protect those around you, and in that haste of battle you made your allegiance to Alina obvious.

There was no time to think about Aleksander. You weren't quite sure you wanted to think about him. He was on this skiff with you, on the opposing side that just murdered a town full of people yet the part of your brain, your imagination, craved to be by his side. To please him by obeying, to get his touch in return. You were addicted to the man who had ruined your innocence.

'You betrayed me' His voice was right behind you as was his hand, creeping up the side of your throat and forcefully pushing you against the barrier of the skiff, ready to throw you over to the unlit Fold.

'I betrayed you?!' Your shout was loud and hearty, overflowing with sadness and shame at being relieved for being next to him again. You clawed at his tightening hand, feeling your airways restrict and your vision become fainter and fainter. You would die at the hands of the man you loved.

'Look what you made me do Y/N, do you think I want to kill you?' Your head bopped but your stupid heart grasped at the sadness in his words, he still loves me. 'I don't want to. I really don't'

'Then don't' you chocked out, your hold on his wrists becoming limp. You felt the ever-so familiar touch of his lips grace your temple and then he retreated.

The world went dark but your body hit the deck of the skiff, not the soft sands of the Fold and your lungs abruptly filled with forced Squaller air.

Yes, I did it to myself, yeah

Thought you were somebody else

'What are you going to do now?' You still sat by the fire while everyone stood. Zoya had left your side and was talking with Alina but you filtered out the noise. Your head was too full of your own self-hatred to stand any more voices so Jesper's question to you went unnoticed. 'Y/N?'

You looked at him and shrugged. You didn't want to move, your body still ached too much from being dragged away from the brink of death to make your way somewhere safe.

You would never admit it around anyone, but as Alina spoke of the Darkling being dead, a wave of grief washed over you. It was cold and unpleasant; unwelcome. But you knew love didn't disappear overnight. You didn't know who saved you on the skiff, whether it was he who had let you go, or was it Zoya who battled to have you freed from his grasp.

As much as you had created the Aleksander you viewed, the foundations were all him, you had only added on or omitted the parts you did and didn't like. You prayed it was him who spared you, you prayed there was something real about your Aleksander, that that was a foundation.

The tears that fell down your face in a stream were assumed to be for the betrayal and the horridness of what the Darkling had done to you and others, when if fact they were for him. You cried because you would never see him again, you cried because the people who had helped you get out of the Fold were the same people who had killed him.

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When Mal caught your deathly stare in his direction, he had to do a double-take. You had the same look in your eyes as the General did when he fought him in the Fold, that exact replica of coldness and rage; revenge. But surely he was wrong. You were happy to know the Heretic was dead. He betrayed you the most out of everyone here and almost killed you. Why would you be vengeful?

He waved it off with a shake, it's all in my head.

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[kariachi]

”So, we’re gonna start today’s Martin Mystery rewatches with The Vampire Returns. Should I have listened to more of the Young Frankenstein soundtrack during lunch in preparation? Probably. But here we are instead.

I love how this show always specifies the exact time shit starts going down. For instance, in this episode, 10:32 pm CEST

~~

Good on Lady Soulsucker’s date for paying enough attention to notice when the girl he’s out with grows fangs and her eyes start glowing. You don’t see that often enough.

Aw and then she takes the daintiest bite of apple with teeth bigger than Date-Dude’s face.

I wonder how they got out without being noticed... can’t remember if the vampires in this episode can do the ‘turn to fog’ thing. Sure I’ll find out later.

~~

Diana sitting there with a book and a crowd of impressed young ladies. What are you showing them, Diana? Did you make this book yourself? Did you mother write it? I can’t think of a reason for the ooo-ing and ahh-ing going on otherwise. Either that or you managed to attract a pack of lesbians and they are trying to get in your pants.

...ya know I’m kinda all for the idea that Diana has unwittingly attracted a chunk of Torrington’s lesbian population and they are all trying to smooze in the awkward way that only a young gay can manage.

Also hello Tonio, it’s nice to see you. I’m going to have to include you in this in some way, I believe, given the location and also that this is a fic for nix.

Martin, Martin, sweetie, no. You are not getting that girl. There were actual sparkles coming off her, you don’t deserve that sort’ve quality. Plus, ya know, she sounds like your brand of nerd isn’t her style. I know the saying is “aim for the moon, if you fail you’ll land among the stars” but let’s be realistic for five seconds

Tonio can see this disaster coming from a mile away.

Amber is not having it, solidly unimpressed. I’m shocked.

You think the girls at this school ever rate the boys and just, give Martin a solid 6/10 for effort and moxie alone? “We wouldn’t date him, but at least he’s entertainingly stupid.”

Amber’s look of shock and concern at the idea of Martin enjoying studying. Like she’s about to call in the Psi Psi Psi girls and Diana, clearly their moron has fallen ill. Diana, meanwhile, is just pissed and I can’t decide whether the idea that this is because Martin is lying to get a date or because ‘has he been lying for the past our entire lives’ is funnier.

Though, given we’ll be working with witch!Martin for this it’s not like he’s lying. He just doesn’t like studying, well, anything they teach at Torrington. (Although I am still a big fan of the idea that he’s perfectly bright and just doesn’t apply himself like, at all.)

Martin don’t growl at your sister, you’ll get enough chances to in season 3.

And Amber trying to let him down easy.

~~

“Very rare, and totally irreplaceable” and you, all the way into season 2, are going to work with them, in your office, immediately after calling in Martin- known disaster and Destroyer of Projects? I swear you’d think MOM wanted her crap ruined. After a point you have no one to blame but yourself.

Martin no.

I repeat, MOM, no one to blame but yourself. Most people with an ounce of sense would stow away the shit they didn’t want destroyed when the guy who keeps destroying shit was called in.

Diana no. You’re being sent on a mission not a fucking river cruise.

~~

Introducing, the world’s scariest tunnel of love. First condoms in the water, now people going missing, this dude is just done.

Well Lady Soulsucker just fucking demolished that place didn’t she. Godsdamn, forget shutting it down because people disappeared, shut it down because it’s officially a safety hazard.

Okay, access hatch in the ceiling, that explains that.

...Okay but Martin isn’t entirely wrong with his assessment here? Something strong and nocturnal is right on the nose, and while the werewolf and half-beast-half-humanoid (and I love he uses that word specifically) hybrid guesses aren’t quite right, they aren’t far off the mark. He brought his A game today.

Diana, darling, kids playing practical jokes generally don’t leave fair rides completely demolished in their wake. That is not a normal occurrence.

Java about to eat half-consumed food off the floor like child did Diana not teach you better than that? I wouldn’t be surprised Martin didn’t but Diana?

500 year old saliva. This is the sort’ve ridiculousness I expect from this show. What, did Lady Soulsucker not swallow, spit, or brush her teeth since she escaped her coffin? Was she going around with 500 years of no brushing on her breath? Of course she’s got vampire hypnosis it’s the only way she could get a date.

Vampire goes rwar at children, flees into the sun to escape capture. Also he may need some heavier clothes, those don’t seem to be keeping the sunlight out.

~~

Martin no.

Billy making himself useful. Helping them follow the massive flashing clue that is the vampire’s clothing.

Martin slow your jock-ass down

Martin no, purple isn’t your color.

Okay, can I just say here that Lady Soulsucker looks fucking weird? She looks like a haunted porcelain doll. Or a shitty oc. Here, a theme song to go with her.

Question, why is there a surf shop in the middle of Paris? Is Paris big for surfing? A true French sport?

Oh, yeah, Simone, I forgot her name. It’s very French. Also dude chill.

Diana will not be stopped by some weird hyper-jealous dude.

She also, ya know, looks like a fucking corpse. But yeah, the reflection thing is your first clue something’s up.

He doesn’t see her, he doesn’t hear her, he doesn’t smell the 500-yo morning breath. I claiming him as an anosmiac by the way, the flag is in.

Welp. I can’t decide whether this feeding was more or less extreme than the last one. I mean, this time was pretty fucking hardcore, but last time she demolished an entire fair ride.

Simone, sweetie, have you considered that if you are looking for a specific guy maybe, just maybe, the way to go about it isn’t to just eat whatever random dude happens to be within hypnotizing range? Just a thought?

“He needs help, I’m going in” Martin says right after watching a guy get eaten by a vampire, proving that while he may not be the moron we deserve, he’s the moron we need. Diana, on the other hand, is a voice of reason and doesn’t deserve this shit.

Lucky those clothes were there to break your fall, Martin.

Martin, after dropping from the ceiling into a vampire’s feeding ground, alone: Don’t make me fuck your shit up! Simone, seeing this: Oh yay it’s my moron! Speak of the devil!

Am I saying Gerard was probably just as much an impulsive dumbshit as his great-x-grandson? Yes. Yes I am.

“Clever, and brave.” And a complete moron of a dork. “Just like my Gerard.”

“And just as handsome” it’s nice to see the looks keep in that family? I don’t believe Gerard got the floaty hair though, but his hair looked stupid so really Martin has the advantage there.

Vampire minions are strong, holding back Java with one hand.

Vampire true love is apparently very sparky.

Well Diana, at least you saved the watch.

~~

Martin gets abducted by vampires, Billy immediately must run to the scene.

I’d be impressed with your strength, Java, if those doors hadn’t looked 70% fallen in before you got to them. You could’ve probably gotten the same result from a hearty cough on them.

Gerard=Martin w/o floaty hair or modern fashion. Don’t know why the portrait is in black in white.

You’d think Billy could’ve taken the thirty seconds to read a brief overview about the woman while he waited for Diana and Java, but no.

No wonder Gerard looks weird, there’s not even a splash of warm color in that outfit. And warm tones don’t do Simone any favors. Coordinate your fashion better, people, you’re vampires for fuck’s sake! What would Mike say!

How do we know about genes from a 15th century vampire? Also I note she says ‘relative’ and not ‘descendant’, but I’m not in the mood to dig into that.

Billy you are literally a galactic conqueror, but your big boy underwear on and get in the basement.

Let’s be real, Diana, that’s just a sibling thing. You go into horrible places to save them so you can give them hell about making you go to a horrible place to save them.

How many minions has Simone gotten together? Like, the clan hasn’t been renewed yet, so... When did she get the time? It’s been like 24 hours

Okay, that explains new guy A, what about B and C over there, who look like they stepped out of Robin Hood? where they sealed in with you? Is this the old crew?

Simone, queen of the night and motivational speeches.

Martin you can’t just call on a specific guy, poor thing probably had a heart attack. “Fuck, my Lady’s new consort has beef, fuckfuckfuck” but no, you just want some fucking fries. And Simone is fucking loving it.

~~

Okay, so we know some of them sleep upside down.

It’s nice to see vampires can still be active sleepers.

Hissy vampires on all fours

Vampire!Martin is perfectly fine with being an evil trophy husband

Vampire!Martin standing there like “yeah, you rule the underworld, babe, rocking it!”

~~

“Do you know how much grief I’ll get at Torrington if my stepbrother comes back a vampire?” Would it really be that much more than you get just for having him as a stepbrother in the first place?

A vampire lord consort and yet still, at heart, an annoying brother

Simone: Get me back my fucking moron and we’re all screwed!

Tell me that’s like, Diana or Java’s dirty sock because I’m fairly certain even Martin doesn’t deserve to have his own stuffed in his mouth

And Simone becomes a massive fucking bat beast. Fur, muzzle, little winglet-dealies, big ears, big teeth, no tail...

Okay, yeah, Java’s sock, cool

Those are some seriously dirty windows. Or, well, were.

Sunlight burns everybody but also burns Simone to fucking ash right quick. Which then removes the curse on her victims.

Also I wanna know more about this apparent vampire gene. It is of much interest, especially given next episode will be dealing with werewolves and in some folklore werewolves when killed become vampires, so...

~~

Martin. No.

Amber really. Either you were setting him up or you yourself are dense as teak.

Oh Martin... stick with spies and monsters, honey

[ilvermourn]

Season 6 Rewrite. Pt 3 Memory; Lydia Remembers.

Malia looked at Lydia with concern, as if the girl has finally lost her mind as she handed the werecoyote the notepad. “Me? You want me to put you under hypnosis?” Malia frowned.

Stiles, who has already tried the same method but with sleep and bright lights was cradling himself in the seat in the corner of the table, feeling sorry for himself. Malia suspects the memories must’ve taken a tow on him. It didn’t with her, she remembered her alpha and friend, she was happy.

“Well, who else is going to do it? Stiles is completely out of it. You have to try. This is Scott remember? Our best friend, our as you put it, Alpha.” Lydia gave the girl an encouraging nod before turning to the lit candle. “Remember, soft and clear, quiet but audible. Soothing but not monotone. Give it a try.”

Malia looked down at the paper and slowly traced the words in her head. Taking a deep breath she relaxed herself and rolled her shoulders before starting. “Take a – wait what if I put you in permanent hypnosis? What if I can’t bring you back?”

Lydia softly pressed her hand on her arm in comfort. “Relax Malia, you can bring me back. I trust you.”

A humming warmth spread through Malia and she smiled then turned back to the paper. “Take a deep breath,… and look at the candle. As you close you eyes you will begin to feel your muscles relax. You will begin to drift off.” Malia glanced at Lydia and saw that she was swaying slightly in a hypnotic manner. It was working. “picture yourself, you are sitting in front of a television . In your hand is a remote that you control your memories with. You go through them… you remember Scott.”

Lydia was indeed sitting in front of a television, in the middle of her living room. Voices, or more specifically a chain of the same voice, dimly echoed around her. She twitched at every different tones but she didn’t move. “ — turn on the TV Lydia – Lydia – Lydia …”

Instinctively Lydia listened to her friend and grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. A bright radiant face appeared on the screen; the boy was young, around 8 or nine, a tanned coloured skin, crooked jaw and big brown eyes. He was sitting on a curb of a familiar Street, playing with his shoelaces. “Hi – Hi – Hi –“ a voice echoed but it wasn’t the boys, it was hers, - small round faced bright haired Lydia stood next to him. “I’m Lydia – Lydia – Lydia, what’s your name? Name – name..”

The boy sheepishly smiled when she sat down next to him. “I’m Scott- Scott – Scott.”

The ground grumbled and Lydia looked away from the screen. “Lyds, stay focused. It’s okay. Just focus on Scott.” Malia’s voice sounded from outside. Lydia nodded and changed the channel into another memory .

“Him? I don’t think know…” Lydia almost felt herself freeze at the face of the brunette, her best friend sitting on the stands at the school with her. She watched herself watch the same Latino boy but all grown, walk on to the field. He turned slightly but didn’t looked straight at her. Of course she knew him, she met him before didn’t she? Lydia shook her head to stop from getting off the track and turned the channel.

“WOO!” sophomore Lydia jumped from her feet and cheered for the boy who caught Jackson’s ball. He looked excitedly over at the benches, his eyes caught hers. His grin widened as she smiled at him.

Lydia changed the channel, “If we’re going to Scott’s house where is Scott?”

“Scott!” she was frantically running around the neon loft searching for him. “You give me the time and I’ll do something about it, I swear to god I will.” As his voice echoed a loud scream overlapped it. Lydia clapped her hands over her hands as the long scream got louder and louder. Her train of memories went on an over drive, the memories, the face and voice overwhelming her. Then suddenly… nothing.

“are you grateful?” the voice was low and soft. It was comforting.

“You don’t know how grateful if can be…” Lydia watched with a homely sensation as their hands gripped on each other, their bodies colliding in harmony.

“are you okay? Lyds…?” Her head turned to the direction of the door. The wild make out session still playing on screen. Lydia got up and tried to follow the sound of her friend and alpha.

Her feet took her upsets where she heard footsteps. She spotted a dim light coming from her room, the door ajar. Lydia reached out and opened it wider and looked in.

Her bedroom was the same as it was now in real life so she suspected it was recent, or at least not in sophomore year.

Scott stood near the make up table, his hands roaming on the perfumes set there. He watched Lydia who sat curled up in her bed, she impaled her now lengthy finger nails into her skin, it pained a little but not enough. Not like the times Scott did it to gain control of his beast, those times involved blood. Hers just left mark that would fade in ten minutes. She hated it.

Scott wished he could do something, he wished he could just hold her hands and stop her from hurting herself. “Lyds, you have to stop this. We didn’t see you in school this whole week. We’re getting worried. I’m worried for you.” He stepped closer. “it’s not your fault you know? It’s no-“

“it’s is.”

“it’s not. She did it for you. We saved you.”

Lydia scoffed coolly. It reminded Scott of freshmen and sophomore years. The years she acted too cool to be his friend even though they’ve spoken too many times as children to be strangers to each other. “Bet if we could change time you’d save her. I would. Even if it means I wouldn’t be here to see her.”

Scott shook his head vigorously. “I’d save both of you. But we can’t do that. What’s done is done. Please you need to stop blaming yourself.”

Lydia sniffed not letting herself cry in front of him. “I can’t okay? It’s my fault and I can’t program my mind into thinking other wise. I can’t sleep because all I have are nightmares, Derek’s missing and you need my help but I’m useless-“

“I don’t need your help. I need you to be okay – I need you to recover,” Scott closed the gap between him and the bed, he stood next to her. “Lydia, I need you. Not your banshee screams, your predictions, you.”

Her breath wavered a little as she sighed, her heart warming as he rested his hand on her shoulder. “Can you stay with me just this night? Please? I miss sleep, my mum doesn’t under—“

“Yeah of course.” He shrugged of his jacket and turned off the lamp before getting in bed next to her, her head instantly pressing against his chest. He tucked her head under his chin and listened to her heart beat relax.

“I miss her, so much.” She whispered in a watery voice as her eyes stung hot.

“Me too. But Lyds, I’m here for you. You know that right? No matter what I’ll be here.” He said, his tone relaxing and assuring. She let his big hands warm her as she sighed. “I promise.”

A beat. “I – I appreciate it Scott, I appreciate you… I – I love you…” Her voice weakened and she buried her face in his chest.

Scott didn’t want to give it another thought because it was a normal thing a friend to say but it was hard not to, with his heart hammering against his chest. He knew how hard it is for her to say something like that knowing her history of giving those precious words to people who don’t deserve it.

“And I love you…”

The ground began to shake again and Lydia standing at the door gasped and lost her footing then fell back.

“Lydia,” Malia’s voice broke out bringing her back. The earthquake stopped and Lydia looked at Malia who was watching her in worry. “Are you okay? Did you remember?”

Lydia lowered her head and nodded though she couldn’t get out words to make a whole sentence. Hot tears welled up in her eyes and she sniffed. “I lost my best friend and he was there for me – he became my best friend and now I’ve lost him too, and there’s probably no way of getting him back.”

Malia grabbed her hand. “Don’t say that, please don’t say that. We’ll get him back. I know we will.”

“you’re surprisingly optimistic…” Lydia mumbled.

“that’s because I know you’ll be the one to bring him back.” Malia shrugged. “And someone has to act as if this place hasn’t gone to the dogs without Scott.”

“But it really has.” Stiles mumbled. He got up from his seat and looked at the girls. “we need him, everybody does. And this – this whole hypnotic spiritual thing is complete BS because nothing happened. The rift didn’t open and we’re here with memories of our best friend who we can’t get back.”

Malia pursed her lips and looked at Lydia who looked offended that he thought the hypnosis was stupid.

Suddenly the whole bunker began to quake, things began to move and even stiles almost fell. Something in Lydia’s chest pulled her up and towards the large door, the other two in tow.

With a grunt Lydia pulled open the stiff heavy door, sudden light shone in her eyes causing her to squint. The tunnels were alight and the trio walked towards the bright light in cautiousness, Malia had her claws out just in case – ready to protect them.

A tall buff figure suddenly formed as if coming through the light itself. “Scott?”

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