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Lethe knows better than to wish. She'd wished for nothing more than peace, and her planet finally found it - in the death and nothingness that follow in Galaxia's wake. But for Mnemosyne, she can't deny Mnemosyne anything. When the chance comes to be rid of Galaxia's bracelets and return to their bodies, she is there, hand in hand with her sister, ready to face whatever comes and grasp their future.

It isn’t what she wanted at all. Her skin sags. Her flesh reeks and her hand no longer maintains its grip. Her legs refuse to obey her and she lurches forward entirely without grace. Lethe is horrified to find herself in her body not as she remembers it, but as it is now.

“Our bodies...” Mnemosyne’s voice was slightly raspy as she spoke, as though it was getting caught in her throat somehow. “These are... our old bodies. Lethe..” she hasn’t quite seemed to have noticed it yet -- the smell of decaying flesh, the gobs of hair that have loosened from her head... “We can be whole again...” as she looks to her sister, her smile, usually simple and sweet -- has taken on a more sinister appearance -- her gums are clearly rotting. “Our bodies have returned...!”

(ooc: please let us know if you’d prefer a post order or separate threads, or which/both of the girls)

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Even now, somehow it never occurs to her to turn on the girl beside her. But when she spots someone, some unwary person walking, she turns towards them immediately, gait still awkward but determined and unstopping.

This person may have what they need. She lets out a grunt to signal so.

She seems to be running on pure instinct now. The figure in the distance is something desirable -- were this body working properly it was something that would make her mouth water.

Shuffling forward, her pace quickened, Mnemosyne broke into a poor excuse for a trot, limping as she lunged ahead. Her arms outstretched, she reached forward, waiting for the feel of warm flesh to meet her the cold, lifeless bony tips of her fingers.

Lethe isn't far behind, hurrying as much as useless limbs will let her. She was alright right, she'll think when thinking is once more possible: the body is weak, and broken, and useless.

Even now, something dimly penetrates her mind to make her try her powers. She can't form the words properly, but she doesn't need them. A blast heads right towards their prey.

The use of her powers doesn't even cross her decaying mind at that point, since she is drawing near the now-downed target. There would be gratitude for making the process easier, were gratitude something that she could still comprehend.

Instead, her body acts on its own. As if she knew what to do all along. Once she is close enough to the body, she crumples to the ground beside it, face first, teeth sinking into flesh...

Lethe is soon on the ground beside Mnemosyne, side by side like two dogs, muddied and bloodied with no care but for the meal and preserving themselves. The rest of her dress falls somewhere on the ground as a piece of her shoulder falls away, but there's nothing to see.

The only sounds that come from her now are those that the sections of meet make as they reach her mouth. But even the simple act of chewing, one of the few instincts that remain -- seems as though it's becoming increasinly difficult.

With another bite down, her bottom jaw comes loose -- and falls to the ground. She attempts to continue to eat, to stop this hunger... but as her tongue hangs loose, she looks a rather sad sight trying to shove the meat to the back of her throat...

Even now, there's an instinct to look after the no-longer-girl beside her. Lethe picks up a handful of their feeding, and pushes it towards where Mnemosyne's mouth had once been, as though trying to feed her.

Both their efforts seem to be in vain, as the sticky, bloody slabs of raw muscle only fall to the ground with a sickening slap as they make contact with the floor. Eventually -- Mnemosyne slows down her motions... then stops.

It seems to take everything she has left to turn her head to the side, gazing at Lethe in silence -- as a single tear gleams down her cheek -- as the eye itself tumbles after.

Even as she is now, that sight can't leave her unaffected. Something of the desperate, wrong choice they made leaks through even the mind of the mindless dream. She manages to form a clear, concise word, a name.

"Mnemosyne..."

The name seems to spark something within the other girl -- understanding -- then a deep, unbearable sense of loss. She reaches foward for her twin, her hand outstretched, now nothing but bones with sparse gobs of flesh falling off of it.

It seems to take all of her strength to inch forward, wanting to make contact with Lethe one last time. Only inches away however, the movement stops, as her head lolls to one side, and snaps off at the neck, rolling to the ground, her mouth locked into the position of a silent scream.

The horror is very real, and the scream voiced before she muffles it by clapping her hand over her mouth as Lethe wakes up to the darkness of night. For a moment, she cannot think whether she is Lethe who is sitting in the bed, or Lethe from the dream. Her breaths come in wild gasps.

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slkjsldkslds i feel like they should wake soon but then i'm like WANT MORE. thoughts? XD

we'll wrap it up! always more opportunities to mess with them, lol...

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