waking up with a start, she quickly realizes that there's something different. a different weight, a different texture-- the ŗ̶̽̒e̷̫̕d̸̡̗̺͋͗ that she sees comes not from her memories or hallucinations, but from a piece of fabric covering her eyes. a rubber-like material that is too familiar, in a sickening way.
sitting up in bed in the narcissus suite, she realizes the absence of a certain person, but even that is secondary as she looks at her sleeves, also in that familiar, ŗ̶̽̒e̷̫̕d̸̡̗̺͋͗ fabric. a sprint to the powder room confirms her suspicion, as the reflection of the l̶̡̝͕̈́i̷̲̤̔̃t̵̹͂̉͑ẗ̴̺́̅̾l̵̼͕̑̾e̴̙̿͐ ̷̱͌̈͋ŗ̵̞̈́e̵͔̹͒̉d̶͚̥̙̽ ̴͈̟̊̌r̸͇̣͑̍i̵̡͋̓d̶̘̜̪͌̐̊ï̸̝̞͘͝ń̴̬g̸͓͓̗̓͑ ̶̠͉͈̍h̴̥͎̮̃̄̏ỏ̶͈̾o̷͍͈̍͘d̷͈̤́̑̄ stares back at her, her ŗ̶̽̒e̷̫̕d̸̡̗̺͋͗ raincoat stained with dried b̶̡͚̳̖̉̓̄́̉͑l̸̨̡̡͖̎͒ǫ̸͓̠̣̹͊͘͘o̸̟̙̖̭̾̍͒̈́͜d̴̡̰̫̞̈̍̄͆͝ from the neckline down.
but it's not quite all horror. as she realizes that there's no taking this off, ayaka resigns herself to her fate and decides to try and live her life as normally as possible. she can be found in the library, either reading a book or using the hood of the raincoat as a great way to block out the light for a nap.
later in the day, she'll be in the wintering room not...doing much of anything. between her school uniform underneath and the vivid raincoat, she simply can't help but think that the contrast is pretty in a rather eerie way. ]
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waking up with a start, she quickly realizes that there's something different. a different weight, a different texture-- the ŗ̶̽̒e̷̫̕d̸̡̗̺͋͗ that she sees comes not from her memories or hallucinations, but from a piece of fabric covering her eyes. a rubber-like material that is too familiar, in a sickening way.
sitting up in bed in the narcissus suite, she realizes the absence of a certain person, but even that is secondary as she looks at her sleeves, also in that familiar, ŗ̶̽̒e̷̫̕d̸̡̗̺͋͗ fabric. a sprint to the powder room confirms her suspicion, as the reflection of the l̶̡̝͕̈́i̷̲̤̔̃t̵̹͂̉͑ẗ̴̺́̅̾l̵̼͕̑̾e̴̙̿͐ ̷̱͌̈͋ŗ̵̞̈́e̵͔̹͒̉d̶͚̥̙̽ ̴͈̟̊̌r̸͇̣͑̍i̵̡͋̓d̶̘̜̪͌̐̊ï̸̝̞͘͝ń̴̬g̸͓͓̗̓͑ ̶̠͉͈̍h̴̥͎̮̃̄̏ỏ̶͈̾o̷͍͈̍͘d̷͈̤́̑̄ stares back at her, her ŗ̶̽̒e̷̫̕d̸̡̗̺͋͗ raincoat stained with dried b̶̡͚̳̖̉̓̄́̉͑l̸̨̡̡͖̎͒ǫ̸͓̠̣̹͊͘͘o̸̟̙̖̭̾̍͒̈́͜d̴̡̰̫̞̈̍̄͆͝ from the neckline down.
but it's not quite all horror. as she realizes that there's no taking this off, ayaka resigns herself to her fate and decides to try and live her life as normally as possible. she can be found in the library, either reading a book or using the hood of the raincoat as a great way to block out the light for a nap.
later in the day, she'll be in the wintering room not...doing much of anything. between her school uniform underneath and the vivid raincoat, she simply can't help but think that the contrast is pretty in a rather eerie way. ]