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“We never talk like this,” Caroline admitted, voicing what they both knew. “Ever. And today meant so much to me.”
The tears were already streaming down Liz’s cheeks by this point. This was what a mother and daughter were supposed to be like. This was what they’d been missing. "Me, too."
Caroline smiled, tears in her own eyes, and unfolded one of her legs to scoot closer and take her mother’s hands. Liz gave them a reassuring squeeze as their eyes locked.
“I know. I know I can trust you.”
Liz sensed a “but” coming, even as she nodded vigorously to show where her loyalty was.
“But you’re never going to trust them.”
Without even asking, Liz knew who Caroline meant. But she blinked. For a minute, when she opened her eyes again, she thought Caroline really had compelled her. But no... no, she remembered. She sat up slowly, taking in the sights around her. It was a small room, but not the one she'd just been in, nor was it any she'd ever seen before. Her first thought was that someone had compelled her and taken her somewhere. Where was the big question.
A cursory glance of the room showed her an open book that seemed to hold nothing of use to her and a set of clothes resembling the ones she'd just been wearing. The sundress she currently had on only served to solidify the theory of compulsion and Liz didn't like that at all. She stood just as slowly, every muscle ready for an attack, and quickly dressed in the clothes on the floor. They were better than the sundress. When she moved to test the door, she half expected it to be locked, but it wasn't.
"Caroline?" she called into the silence, glancing back into the room once more before taking another couple of steps further, out of the room. "Caroline?"
...Liz wanted to know what was going on and she wanted to know it now. It would have been easier with her gun, but... well, she didn't quite have that. Or at least she hadn't seen it. Still, she was ready for anything.
[ ooc: action and/or voice are good for me! whatever goes. i just felt like a prosey intro :) ]
The tears were already streaming down Liz’s cheeks by this point. This was what a mother and daughter were supposed to be like. This was what they’d been missing. "Me, too."
Caroline smiled, tears in her own eyes, and unfolded one of her legs to scoot closer and take her mother’s hands. Liz gave them a reassuring squeeze as their eyes locked.
“I know. I know I can trust you.”
Liz sensed a “but” coming, even as she nodded vigorously to show where her loyalty was.
“But you’re never going to trust them.”
Without even asking, Liz knew who Caroline meant. But she blinked. For a minute, when she opened her eyes again, she thought Caroline really had compelled her. But no... no, she remembered. She sat up slowly, taking in the sights around her. It was a small room, but not the one she'd just been in, nor was it any she'd ever seen before. Her first thought was that someone had compelled her and taken her somewhere. Where was the big question.
A cursory glance of the room showed her an open book that seemed to hold nothing of use to her and a set of clothes resembling the ones she'd just been wearing. The sundress she currently had on only served to solidify the theory of compulsion and Liz didn't like that at all. She stood just as slowly, every muscle ready for an attack, and quickly dressed in the clothes on the floor. They were better than the sundress. When she moved to test the door, she half expected it to be locked, but it wasn't.
"Caroline?" she called into the silence, glancing back into the room once more before taking another couple of steps further, out of the room. "Caroline?"
...Liz wanted to know what was going on and she wanted to know it now. It would have been easier with her gun, but... well, she didn't quite have that. Or at least she hadn't seen it. Still, she was ready for anything.
[ ooc: action and/or voice are good for me! whatever goes. i just felt like a prosey intro :) ]
