✧. ┊𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒃 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒌,
𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬｡˚ ✧
𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 a life came with a great cost.
As she slowly closed her eyes, having already run out of air, all the teen s...
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!Trigger warning! °Mention of suicide° °Cringe°
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Sometimes, voices are a person's friend. Everyone had them, some paid them too much heed, others didn't. Some had stronger ones, others had fading ones.
Y/N's voices sounded like her own. Sometimes they would be older, other times they'd be younger but they'd sound like her own voice. That of course, didn't mean they spoke like her too. They had stories.
She remembered hearing them tell her about the different responses to fear. They said 'freeze' was never an option. One of the voices had added flirt to the list, ridiculous. She'd said flirt had its effects but its limitations were much more than fight's or flight's. Fight had its places and its costs. Flight too, had its use, not always but there was always a right time for it.
And, right now was the time for exactly that.
After that final declaration with a tone full of venom and playful mischief (not the good kind)... Daktylis ran.
The first sprint was right at the heroes, making them all imitate the action. Before any of them could even touch her with their weapons, she quickly ducked and ran off, leaving them behind. Fortunately, she had power ran so it wasn't that embarrassing. If anything, to a sensible person, it would seem like she was leading them on. Where? Who knows.
