-- /drags ass all over 'souls ;__;
Eris is by Requiem!
Discordia was not familiar with concepts of hallucination outside of those produced by hallucinogens, and her puppetmaster had gone silent on the matter. She thought for a moment that to her seemed quite long, but in actuality probably did not exceed a minute or so. The answer that welled up inside her was a dangerous one, and the mud-caked hybrid's ears turned downward with it. Sometimes they... let you see things as they are to others, she said, slowly. Who was she -- a delusion -- to question the truth of someone else's reality? Groping for the way to express such a concept, the hybrid's next words were slow. But -- if they're usually here, they will probably come back. It is like hiding.
Her own strength was fueled by the mushroom caps -- would she exist without them? Surely Eris was capable of disguise at least, but the dark-hued woman would not have immersed herself so totally in the ploy. There would have been separation between herself and Discordia, and yet here, in her first instance, Eris had felt her control slipping away. Through lack of attention and indifference, she'd allowed parts of herself to become more alike the disguise, and now she almost slumbered beneath the delusion's incapable hands and conjured mind.
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