2nd creation {{ video }} || TRIGGERS
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[After dying in Grell's dream, Daniella wakes up shrieking. It's a pitifully angry sound, a thing of dashed hope and monumental frustration. She had death within her grasp- she had pain, actual sensation. Yet it was only a dream. A fake. A single imagined shadow of the thing she had yearned for that left nothing behind.
NOTHING.
NOTHING.]
No. [...] No. [...] No.
[In a twisted, jerking motion, Daniella shoves her fingers into her mouth and bites down. Hard. Her teeth gnash furiously, laying open the skin, leaving bruises on bone. Bite and bite and bite and bite for what feels like hours (but is really only minutes) on end until the manically destructive and desperate urge burns out of her mind and leaves her cold. Empty. Just like before. Not once during the whole frenzied endeavor did Daniella feel a thing. She can't even taste the blood pouring out of her fingertips- only knows it's there by the slick wetness it leaves. So, slowly, her hands slip out of her mouth to rest on the ground.
For a long time she will just sit there, fingers a mangled and bleeding mess, staring into nothing. She won't cry. She won't scream. Just sit, and stare, and stain the grass beneath her.]
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[The video feed turns on to show Daniella sitting, blank as ever. Normally, she hates using the mirrors, given how they never fail to reflect back her own imperfect existence, but there's something of a necessity this time. She peels one of the dreamwalk-causing carnations off the Vine and holds it up to the mirror; her fingers are still in horrible shape.]
...this is a curious kind of flower, isn't it....? [Not that she knows what it really does, is responsible for.] I am only familiar with....mandragoras, myself. [...] I had a garden of them....back at the castle I lived in. I suppose...I miss them, now.