Deadly Nightshade

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Blessed Organic, the rush. I'd almost forgotten what this felt like-- to have one so deeply under my sway. Her dreams are mine. As she thirsts the dryness leaves my mouth. As her vision blurs I find mine clearing. Strength is relative these days and I could not have been much weaker, but I feel... more functional. Less fragile.

She is powerful, this one.

I want her.

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In the dream, they took my eyes first. The razor claws ripped through my skin as though it were no more substantial than fine silk, and my cheeks streamed with blood and vitreous. Blinded, I yet watched as they violated me again and again; felt my flesh bruise and my bones crack, saw them tear at my clothes. A final indignity. They left me there, broken and blind and naked in the wilderness. My shaking hands sought the dirt, but the earth was salted and barren and even the Organic would not accept my roots.

Vision's still blurry this morning. And I can't remember where I put my glasses.

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I fear I have been a neglectful sibling. I've been in this city near a full month and only now do I learn just how many of my brothers and sisters are also in town. I do hope you will forgive your older sister, and chalk my inattentiveness up to nothing more than the myriad distractions of relocating a business.

How are you all, my family?

( Atropa belladonna: fact box )

( Belladonna )