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[theliar]

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✿ Comment with one of your muses.
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✿ Set up a scene or prompt (song lyrics, a photo, a quote, etc). If you are lost for ideas, try PLOT PUNTER to generate an idea! Or just leave it blank and up to me.
✿ Profit! Tags will be slower than my game tags probably, so we'll probably backtag into forever. And if that's fine with you it's fine with me!

Comments

[mirabilis]

[ There's a slow nod, and a false start. Emily had been about to answer her question, to confirm that no one had been troubling her when Myka had spoken again. The trauma.

For her to say that, to guess that the event had been traumatic for her said nothing to how Emily had actually felt, how afraid she'd been at the time and even coming out after it. She'd been taken home, her home had been checked but after that she'd simply been left, and she'd been terrified.

No one had known, no one from her life had know what had happened to her that day, and no one could. How could you simply tell someone that you'd been kidnapped, life put at risk and terrified for information that you didn't have, about a person that you weren't? She had tried, though. It had been hard getting back to her life, and even worse sleeping and she'd tried to find help, to find some peace back in her life and to break from her fear but she'd been unable to say it. No one had taken anything from her, no statement or anything, and she didn't even know who to contact - or if she could.

That was until Agent Bering had appeared at her door ]

Confusing, and terrifying.

[ Agent Bering knew the event, and no doubt more details than Emily did, and perhaps would ever know. But now she would know more - how she'd felt, and what had happened to the woman that had been left afraid and uncertain. Would they come back? The men hadn't been arrested, they'd left before the agents had arrived to take her home, leaving her there in the building alone, and tied to her chair. Leaving her not knowing whether she may end up dead ]

I kept wondering whether I would die. Or will. Are they going to come back? To try and get something from me that I don't have? I still don't fully understand what that was.

[ And that was perhaps the worst part. Not knowing. Being afraid because you simply didn't know ]

[thedetails]

[So there it was. The fear, and Myka had to look away for a moment because it was almost too overwhelming. She still saw Helena standing there, still connected that face to the face of a woman that had been her friend. And the look in her eyes was familiar; even if Helena had been filled with anger, Myka had been able to see the fear, too.]

No one is coming for you. I promise you that.

[Maybe it would be a small comfort. But the more she thought, the more Myka knew she had to come to terms with the fact that this was not Helena. She was Emily Lake and shared nothing with the woman Myka had known besides a resemblance and a love of literature.]

It was... Complicated. They thought you were someone else.