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Tharja

Tharja had an obsession with Robin, one which she managed to hide by staying a distance but still showing a frantic fixation on the woman. It was a bad one and she knew it but she couldn't help it. After receiving an anecdotal comment on her unusual behaviour, she had been practicing and trying to become what was called a normal girl. Her habits were so out of whack and unorthodox to the point that she would go to the meticulous measure of recording Robin's sleep patterns, and the amount of times she tossed in her bed compared to her previous night. The dark yearning for her attention was clear in her mind.

It was why she was currently staring down her daughter, who was positively shaking in her boots, showing a completely negative reaction to what her mother had asked for her to do. See, Noire was no stranger to the feeling of whenever Tharja was looking to test her for dark magic and hexes, but the strange feeling only grew more ominous to the point that Noire was running for any help she could get. While usually, her defeatist nature would come out and she'd accept her fate, something compelled and warned her that she needed to get away from whatever her mother was planning all along.

"Tharja, this is enough! Can you stop doing this to Noire?! Can't you see she's frightened beyond belief!" Y/N called out to the beautiful black-haired woman, who continued to look at Noire as if she was a test subject. Y/N followed her eyesight, already disliking the way that Tharja looked at Noire as well as the intensity of the glare. "Look, you just need a test subject, right?" he asked, getting her to nod. "Then I'll do it instead. You probably won't give up on this experiment; the way you were looking at your own daughter proved that, so I'll do it in your daughter's place!" he told Tharja, making sure to put extra emphasis on the fact that it was her daughter that she was willing to experiment on, trying to get her to understand and see the errors in her choices.

Tharja whipped her hair back with her hand. A satisfied smile made it upon her face. "That's fine, that's perfectly fine." Soon, the smile was becoming a bit more sinister as the look of glee on her face twisted the joyful look into her eye to something more malevolent that was already making Y/N regret his decision and push Noire away and behind him for protection. The lick of her lips just made it that much worse as she turned towards Y/N with a chilling countenance that warmed up to a relieved smile. "Ah, this is it! I'm glad I get to use this! Noire, please kindly leave us," she said, to which Noire did not need another second to be asked as she bolted like a fired arrow away.

Noire walked off the scene, feeling guilty about the whole thing. 'I'm pathetic! I really am. I can't even stand up against my mother and Y/N had to take my place. Forgive me!' Noire thought, sniffling as she continued to abandon Y/N to the unknown fate of Tharja's test, the very thing that her nightmares had been built up of. 'Stay safe!' she prayed, as if it would do her or him any good but she still wanted to say it; Noire felt childish but hopeful at the same time.

A dark grimoire opened up in Tharja's hands, purples waves and scarfs of mists floating about as the cauldron by her began to bubble, just like those in fairy tale witch stories. Y/N watched the whole thing take place with a bead of sweat running down his face. Scratch that, the beads began to increase to the point it could be multiple necklaces as Y/N couldn't stop himself from imagining the abomination that would awaken once she was done. "It's done..."

Y/N took a few moments to register her voice. When he did, Y/N felt fear at the smile Tharja gave him. It looked like everything went successful. Probably even better if her smile was giving him full cold shoulders. "So, what is the experiment?" he asked, trying to be as calm as possible; the fingers weren't doing a good job at showing any confidence but he moved on. 'Calm down. There's not reason to panic. No—'

"There's no reason to panic," she said, unintentionally finishing off his statement. Tharja moved to the side to show off a potion. It was definitely appealing to the eye: a hard silver casing that looked to be like a vase that covered the four points in a tilted square look while it held, with great security, the crystal bottle that held the eggplant coloured fluid. "The experiment is right here. I want you to drink this potion, and I will examine the effects of it. Very simple, wouldn't you agree?"