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οΉ A faint whimper of agony, fragile as glass on the verge of shattering, escapes Hannaβs lips as Ivy's strong hands pull her up. This mere moment of pain unfolds like the fluttering wings of a butterfly caught in a storm, giving way to bewilderment that dances in Ivy's eyes. Ivy's touch is no ordinary sensation -- it is the warm embrace of a golden sunset after a relentless storm, a healing symphony woven by Hanna's newly bestowed power. This ethereal magic dances between their interlocked fingers, an invisible thread offering solace to both body and soul. βI didn't do anything, babe. You're just holding my hand because I'll literally fall down and die if you don't,β Hanna murmurs, her voice a chuckling stream over pebbles, light yet laced with an undercurrent of intrigue. βAnd what the Hell is wrong with your eyes?β she inquires, her gaze fixed on Ivy's eyes, now shimmering like pools caressed by moonbeams. οΉ The question hangs in the air as Hanna observes her best friend, a painter contemplating an unfamiliar masterpiece. A moment stretches, time's heartbeat slowing, as the effect of Hanna's power takes its mystical course in Ivy, rippling like the reflection in a disturbed pond. Uncertainty gives way to a dawning realization, a connection forged in the crucible of shared experience. It is as if a dormant seed of understanding has sprouted, allowing Hanna to step into Ivy's very soul, to feel her heartbeat, her wonderment, her confusion. The sensation plays out like a cherished memory returning unbidden, a ghostly echo of a time forgotten. It is as if Hanna can hear Ivy's thoughts from long ago, her feelings a poignant song. βDid you eat ink or something? Wait, what? Has this happened before?β Hanna breathes, the words tumbling like autumn leaves in a playful wind, the mystery deepening. οΉ Reality crashes like a breaking wave as Hanna lets go of Ivy's hand, sinking back to the ground. Her eyes, those windows to a soul now touched by the unknown, fixate on her friend. βWhat the fuck is this, Ivy?β she says, her voice a blade drawn for the first time in ages, its edge honed by confusion and distress. Her words dissipate into the chaos that has befallen the once-tranquil football field. The world around them has been sculpted anew by the mystical explosion, and the landscape transformed into a surrealist painting, vibrant and violent. The surroundings lie in ruin, shadows of their former selves, while the reunion scurry like frightened birds, their voices shrill cries of panic and shock. οΉ CJ and Lucas are distant figures by the shadows of this now desolate place, phantoms in this altered reality. Hanna's eyes, wide with terror and disbelief, sweep over the field, a ship lost in a storm. βWe're leaving? Shouldn't we wait for an ambulance or something? Fuck dude, this thing hurts.β Her words are stones thrown into a tempest, her annoyance sharpened by the gnawing pain in her leg and Luca's voice in the dark, speaking generally with Jack and Anni. With a grimace and a will tempered in adversity, Hanna reaches once more for Ivy's hand. Their fingers entwine, strength found in unity, as she stands, an arm finding solace around Ivy's shoulders. A quick, tender kiss lands on Ivy's cheek, a fleeting touch of humanity amidst chaos. βSorry, babe, but this leg hurts like a mother fucker. I don't mean to be a bitch about it, though. Let's just get the fuck out of here.β Her voice is a plea, a siren call to escape this place of madness, to find sanctuary in the familiar, even as the unknown beckons with its seductive mystery. ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ | β #1.02 CAUGHT IN THE CLUTCHES γγ¬γγ·γΌ ββββββββββββββββββββββββ |
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Going forward I think if I ever make another character I'll probably just run their appearance through either of you first lmao, save a bit of headache for all parties involved.