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Answer once. Answer clearly. Don’t try to be clever or cute. I guarantee whoever came up with this BS will be just itching for any reason to toss stuff that doesn’t reflect well on their idea. “Cause corporate entities aren’t bound to data ethics the same way academic researchers are.
I’m scared of myself without you
I’ll change my ways for a few days if it means you’ll stay
I’m filthy, creepy, clingy for you alwaysIf you go, can I go with you?
If you leave me, can I leave me too?
I’m afraid that I might need you
Sorry im not sure if you've done this one already but headcannons for how you think scylla will react/ what she will do at the news of raelles "death"
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oh man this is gonna hurt me
Scylla is already dealing with healing from Raelle’s harsh words.
she would never let anyone know but Scylla is already so damaged that she takes these words more to heart than people realize.
when she discovers whose safe house she’s in, she ultimately breaks down.
the sights of the little tokens Willa has around the house of Raelle twists the guilt in her gut just right.
Willa gives her space and leaves Scylla in her room most of the time until dinner time.
it isn’t until the word of Raelle’s disappearance and death where Scylla finally let herself cry again.
Willa delivers the news with tears streaming down her face and Scylla just breaks.
Willa having to hold back the brunette as she tries to make a run for it to the door- to Raelle—
Scylla doesn’t remember much after that. she finds herself in her dark bedroom, squinting at the open door before moving to stand up and stopping at the feel of something near her hand.
a small picture of Raelle grinning widely at the camera lays next to her pillow and Scylla can’t handle it- she can’t—
her sobs rip through her like knives and the pain in her chest is too heavy for her to handle and Raelle isn’t there and she’s alone again and Willa is- oh, Willa is holding her and murmuring in her ear while Scylla claws at her chest.
“it’s okay. it’s okay. Scylla, it’s okay-”
afterwards, they sit together in silence besides Scylla’s heavy breathing.
the picture sits between them, crinkled at the edges but staring up at both of them.
she’s aware of the irony of being comforted by Raelle’s mother-
“i love her.” Scylla would say, voice cracking.
Willa closes her eyes, nodding softly as she runs her hands through the dark locks.
Scylla takes care of Raelle’s injuries after the war since Raelle refuses to let Scylla links and heal her.
it’s a little tense as Raelle waits for Scylla to return.
she hadn’t meant to snap but the moment Scylla started the question with that look in her eye, Raelle stopped her.
now Scylla sits in front of her, her hands moving swiftly as they take out bandages and gauzes.
they don’t say anything for a while. only the constant sound of Raelle’s soft hiss from the alcohol Scylla applies to her wounds.
Raelle watches quietly, the way the brunette’s hands are firm yet gentle, the way her deep blue eyes soften as they take in her wounds, the inner battle taken place behind the very same eyes.
it isn’t until Scylla’s eyes welled up with tears that Raelle broke the silence.
“Scyl…” Raelle murmured, grasping the other witch’s hands when they start to shake. “Scyl- Scylla- look at me.”
Scylla stops under her hands, clenching her eyes shut to stop the flow of tears. her breath coming in and out, more ragged than the next until she chokes out a breathless ‘i’m sorry’.
Raelle tries to comfort her but, goddess, it’s been so long since they’ve been like that, so she ends up awkwardly placing her hands on her shoulders.
Scylla seems to sense her hesitance and quickly picks herself together, muttering something under her breathe.
Raelle barely has time to blink before bandages are being swiftly placed on her wounds and the scent of pine and sea salt is lingering in the air.
they don’t talk about it afterwards.
‘it’ being the repressed feelings of hurt and anger, the constant need to scream until their voices give out, and the desire to have their hearts finally deciding to stop beating– stop loving–
there’s still too many fresh wounds and hard words that they’re both healing from.
Scylla take on the job to help Raelle with her wounds no matter the situation.
one day they will get back to where they were and Raelle will let them link together without a second of hesitation
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