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[sunbaked_baker]

(OOM: In the Milliways kitchens, a weapon that had been stolen weeks ago is returned, but something else is stolen in its place.

Or given in its place.Sunshine isn't sure if she wants to know which it was

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[wheatencrown]

Demeter notices Sunshine when she enters and comes over with a frown,

"Sunshine, child, what's happened?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine pauses, the rim of the bowl-sized mug of tea hot against her bottom lip, and closes her eyes, breathing in the steam.

After a moment, she feels steady enough to look up at the goddess. "Hey, Demeter." Her voice is rough, her eyes still slightly red from earlier weeping.

Demeter's question, she's not sure she's ready to answer.

[wheatencrown]

"Can I join you?"

Sunshine looks even more fragile than before, which worries Demeter so quietly sits down in a chair that's close enough to hug Sunshine.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Please do," she says, and it's not just her being polite. Sunshine doesn't pull away from the hug. Much the opposite, she's trying to restrain the urge to cling.

[wheatencrown]

Gently Demeter rubs her back, light enough to not disturb her mug,

"Are you hurt?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine leans against her, trying to hold herself together.

"Depends on... on how you mean."

She is demented. She is wrong. But beyond that, she can't say for sure what she is.

[wheatencrown]

"Physically and anything else? I'll listen to whatever you want to tell me."

Demeter just holds her tighter, whoever made Sunshine feel this way is cruel.

[sunbaked_baker]

She swallows hard, a wave of shivers running through her.

"Physically, he only kissed me."

Stole a kiss from her hand, took a kiss from her mouth, laid a kiss on her brow.

[wheatencrown]

"But what did those kisses do?"

A kiss is a powerful gesture and Demeter doesn't believe this vampire to do anything lightly.

[sunbaked_baker]

"They were just kisses," she shakes her head, trying to get rid of the thoughts and images that lurk just below the surface.

"They didn't do anything, they just- They just made me doubt."

And it's doubt she can't very well afford.

[wheatencrown]

"Will you tell me your doubts? Maybe we can banish them."

[sunbaked_baker]

She laughs, slightly, but there is no light there. "One of them is the doubt that I can hold them at bay, much less banish them."

[wheatencrown]

"Of course you can, you're a strong young woman."

[sunbaked_baker]

"No, I'm not," she says, shaking her head.

She's a miserable coward. A coward and essentially a traitor to every human, everywhere, trying to live in a darkened world.

[wheatencrown]

"Being strong doesn't always mean being a fighter, it means that you know who you are. What else do you doubt?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"But that's... that's just it," she says, and now she does cling. "I don't know."

"I don't know what I am, anymore." Whether or not she's completely human (if a sad, twisted excuse for one). Whether or not she ever was. The daylight and nighttime worlds are tearing her in two.