- REWRITING OFFLINE 10/03/25-
☆ 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦 : what if the child was a teenager/YA throughout the show duration and not at season 5?
After the death of her mother, 17 y/o Deena Salée rummage through her mothe...
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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒, Deena felt unlike herself. Sluggish than usual. Aching in random spots, easily irritable, night fevers, dream-walking almost every other night, followed by faceless shadows integrating into her reality. And that damn ticking she never could locate.
She had even been missing classes due to time blindness and simply too tired and in discomfort to do anything else but stay in bed. She assumed her period was magically prolonged, but those symptoms were a first-day or a day before thing, not long after it ended. There was only so much her medication could do, and even then, nothing worked.
Whatever it could be, Deena pushed herself out of laziness for a long run through Audubon Park across the university to clear her mind and hopefully tire herself out to refrain from dream-walking. At least she was still following Dr. Armborn's instructions and going outside more often, doing anything at this point to get back to the person she once was.
She desperately wanted to get better. To feel better. She had goals to reach. A different set of them while her father and whoever else cared for the other half, so that she could focus on them. But couldn't if she felt like shit and seconds away from exploding.
A pit of anger mixed with fear boiled when Marcel appeared, running alongside Deena. She wouldn't have noticed him if she wasn't already self-conscious about her surroundings.
"Knew I'd run into you someday, kiddo. I've been out here every morning since your arrival waiting for you to come out." Marcel flashed his infamous charismatic smile, barely breaking sweat compared to Deena who had exhausted herself since first light.
Instead of replying, Deena took a sharp turn through the grass to the other pathway to avoid him. Marcel was at her hip.
With a strong magical force, he was pushed off his feet to the hard ground next to a student reading at the bench. He paid him no mind, already worried about enough. "Arrête de me suivre (stop following me)." She continued her run.
