Remove these bracelets

[drinkandforget]

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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[memorials]

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.

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

[drinkandforget]

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..."

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

[memorials]

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.

[drinkandforget]

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.