ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@pearlescentPetals You think you saved her from the lusus-swarm, didn't you? From the toxins of the conesnails. That's what you both remember, so it must be true. The truth lies in a rainy night. In your violet-blooded friends and you going on a hunt for some fun. For whatever lowblood caught your eye. She did. Of course she did, with her shades and her warm smile. With her friends. All of them scared and trying to stand up to you. You could see the anger in your friends eyes. So when they focused on torturing the olive-blood at your hive, while their backs were turned, you knocked them out. Her friends were witnesses. Can't have that, so they became food for the swarm. She was scared. You asked her if she wanted to live, and she agreed. Write yourself a story. Drink the poison, and suddenly this all goes away. An altered memory becomes the truth, as your friends wake up and you tell them that a psionic nearly killed you all. That she escaped. They're upset but they leave without killing her. That's all that matters. They don't bother to search the grotto your swarm holes up in. All packed with spines and shells and one little goldblood on death's door. The first and last one you've saved from them. The one they'd kill if they saw you with her. The one that you could swear you only rescued from your lusus. #death #substance You know what happened. πΌπππππ’ πππ
π ~ I'm sorry but that's like, totes fake, right? ~π
You tell me
π ~ I'm like, 90% sure I saved her from my swarm... ~π
Well perhaps you just forgot relive this one a little perhaps.
π ~ Asked the lusus-swarm and apparently this is like, for real?? What the fuck? ~π
Of course All my memories are memories after all Exactly how they were in the moment