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Niagara Falls is gorgeous, but there's only so long you can stand at the railing staring at it. Emily is, therefore, giving her feet a rest with one of the convenient benches and snapping photos of miscellaneous attractive objects.
She isn't taking pictures of specific people, because, privacy, but in a crowded place like this you can't exactly complain if you happen to be in frame when someone's trying to take a picture of a rainbow or a flower. Or if someone happens to notice your bracelet when the sleeve of your hoodie rides up a little. Or that it's not actually a bracelet, but some kind of...vine? With thorns?
Okay, they could probably complain some about her getting up to follow them, but it would bother Emily for weeks if she never found out whether she had seen wrong or not.
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She giggles at that, too. Even when the other girl cuts her. Repeatedly. That is definitely blood, but... not nearly enough of it, like the cuts are healing over almost before they're finished.
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...
What the fuck.
Okay...that cannot be natural. Plants growing out of someone's skin can't be natural either. So...magic? Is magic real? Is magic real and the plaything of a kinky couple and this is so not her business but magic okay there is probably not a cult and you are being creepy for real. Move, legs.
"Ack!"
...
I said legs, not larynx!
What the fuck.
Okay...that cannot be natural. Plants growing out of someone's skin can't be natural either. So...magic? Is magic real? Is magic real and the plaything of a kinky couple and this is so not her business but magic okay there is probably not a cult and you are being creepy for real. Move, legs.
"Ack!"
...
I said legs, not larynx!
iamnotpolaris
"I saw the thorns on your wrist and I was worried you were being taken advantage of by some--weird plant cult!" She winces. That sounded less stupid when she didn't have to say it out loud.
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"Well, we're not in a weird plant cult," she says. "We're just, you know, making out in an alley."
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"...Says I saw that knife leaving rather more temporary wounds than ought to be possible."
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"...Is this the part where you give me a plausible way out because outsiders that get a peek behind the Masquerade get memory-wiped or killed or something?"
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"No," sighs the other one. "It's not even that big a secret, we just haven't told anybody because it would be weird. Do you really want the whole story?"
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"So a few years ago I found this flower just kind of lying on the ground outside my school," she says, tugging up her sleeve. A lovely red rose sprouts from her thorny bracelet. "It looked like that. I took it home and stuck it in a vase and it never died, which was weird, and one day I was playing with it and it started burrowing into my flesh, which was way weirder, let me tell you."
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"But once I got over the extreme weirdness it was actually kind of cool? And the roses do a bunch of magic, and one of the things is, yeah, healing," she says.