[ she can't quite hear her at first. in nina's place is some creature — a mess of metal pipes turned into gnashing needle-like teeth. it promises to swallow her back down into the underworld, into faerie, and —
and then it's just nina. can hear me. she catches clips of the words. wheezing, éadaoin reaches out with a sudden snap, hand clapping on nina's shoulder. she clings to her, steadying herself, trying to use the touch to confirm that, yes, this is the real one. this is what's actually happening. she doesn't feel steel and terror. just a person.
yet she sees the locker doors warping, rippling, ready to become their own creatures. éadaoin sucks down stuttered, short breaths and presses her eyes shut. then, quickly, she nods. ]
Something's — [ her mouth feels dry. no. it's not a real something. she tries again. ] Head's all twisted.
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and then it's just nina. can hear me. she catches clips of the words. wheezing, éadaoin reaches out with a sudden snap, hand clapping on nina's shoulder. she clings to her, steadying herself, trying to use the touch to confirm that, yes, this is the real one. this is what's actually happening. she doesn't feel steel and terror. just a person.
yet she sees the locker doors warping, rippling, ready to become their own creatures. éadaoin sucks down stuttered, short breaths and presses her eyes shut. then, quickly, she nods. ]
Something's — [ her mouth feels dry. no. it's not a real something. she tries again. ] Head's all twisted.