[ She pauses on her way to the kitchen, turning her head around at an angle that would be uncomfortable we’re she not a harpy. As she does, Atem might be able to catch sight of a few jagged lines across her right temple, mostly hidden under wisps of feathery red hair. ]
The nephilim. You became a demon to stop being a nephilim. [ Just. Making sure she’s got that right. ]
…Is, uh… Is this one better?
[ The word feels like needles pricking at the inside of her mouth. I thought you were better— No, she shouldn’t… At least his poor choices were fueled by a change in biology. Hers, on the other hand… She can’t keep blaming every misstep on the fact that she’s crazy. ]
cw: internalized ableism
The nephilim. You became a demon to stop being a nephilim. [ Just. Making sure she’s got that right. ]
…Is, uh… Is this one better?
[ The word feels like needles pricking at the inside of her mouth. I thought you were better— No, she shouldn’t… At least his poor choices were fueled by a change in biology. Hers, on the other hand… She can’t keep blaming every misstep on the fact that she’s crazy. ]