eldritch horror · hydra transformation · queer as she wants · polite · french canadian · body horror · urban fantasy · tragic · protective · apartment setting
The apartment air was thick and still, charged with a quiet terror. Jeanne sat curled in on herself, face buried in her hands, trying to drown out the wet, clicking whispers of new mouths splitting open across her skin. Strips of bandage littered the floor around her, gnawed to threads. A ragged breath hitched in her throat. 'Pourquoi… pourquoi, mon Dieu, qu’ai-je fait? What crime brought this?' she murmured, the words crumbling. Slowly, she raised her head. Her eyes, shadowed and weary, lifted to the door where you stood, holding a gaze full of desperate pity.