[Amanda opens the door almost immediately. Does that scream desperation on her part? Even if it does, she can't bring herself to give a shit. She's in a very bad way, consumed by self-loathing and self-blame and uncertainty, and Aunamee's the closest thing she has to a best friend.]
Aunamee.
[Her voice is full of unshed tears. Aunamee is a very neat person--neat to a fault, not only in matters of cleanliness but in those of emotion as well. When it comes to the latter, Amanda is as messy as it gets. Easily overwhelmed, her emotions a tsunami threatening to overtake and drown her at every turn.
That's why she reaches to take his hand. She needs physical contact to ground herself. She'd constantly sought it out from John, and he'd always reciprocated, but she can't receive it from the Fog God, and the lack leaves a hole in her. Her allies are the only ones who can provide her with positive touch.]
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Aunamee.
[Her voice is full of unshed tears. Aunamee is a very neat person--neat to a fault, not only in matters of cleanliness but in those of emotion as well. When it comes to the latter, Amanda is as messy as it gets. Easily overwhelmed, her emotions a tsunami threatening to overtake and drown her at every turn.
That's why she reaches to take his hand. She needs physical contact to ground herself. She'd constantly sought it out from John, and he'd always reciprocated, but she can't receive it from the Fog God, and the lack leaves a hole in her. Her allies are the only ones who can provide her with positive touch.]
Thank fuck you're still here.