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Ellie ([personal profile] notathreat) wrote in [personal profile] sparklequeen 2020-11-16 05:20 am (UTC)

[Ellie clasps her hand around Glimmer's, curving her fingers around her wrist. The first brush of feeling alone makes her gasp under her breath.

The quality of the helplessness is... different from what she's used to. This is so much bigger than just her. If Glimmer dies, there's so much riding on her shoulders, so many people who immediately depend on her. The anxiety and fear are heavy, horrible, and Ellie has to swallow down a rising panic, a lingering, awful disgust.

And that's even before the memories hit.

It doesn't take long to absorb what happened, for the memory to imprint itself over her brain, real as the taste suddenly lingering across her tongue, the lurch of her stomach and the acidic taste of threatening vomit.

The tears well up, both in the memory and in Ellie's eyes, so hot and fast that she can't keep them back. They race down her cheeks -- just two, before Glimmer yanks her hand back, breaks their connection and leaves Ellie gasping, reeling with it. She takes a couple of deep breaths... and doesn't pull her hand back.

Instead, she opens her fingers, looking up and into Glimmer's eyes.]


I'm not.

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