All those people staring, they are scared of you. Macha paused again, frowning. She supposed that was true, what with her white stone skin and huge owl wings, but there was no one in the immediate vicinity at the moment. Continuing towards the lake, she continued reciting pi. 3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944592307816406
28620899862803482534211706798214808651328230664709384460955058223172535940
81284811174502841027019385211055596446229489549303819644288109756659334461
28475648233786783165271201909145648566923460348610454326648213393607260249
14127372458700660631558817488152092096282925409171536436789259036001133053
05488204665213841469519415116094330572703657595919530921861173819326117931
05118548074462379962749567351885752724891227938183011949129833673362440656
64308602139494639522473719070217986094370277053921717629317675238467481846
76694051320005681271452635608277857713427577896091736371787214684409012249
53430146549585371050792279689258923542019956112129021960864034418159813629
77477130996051870721134999999837297804995105973173281609631859502445945534
69083026425223082533446850352619311881710100031378387528865875332083814206
17177669147303598253490428755468731159562863882353787593751957781857780532
171226806613001927876 (all of this [which I copy and pasted lol] would be going through Tyler's head rn)
(lol)
Tyler shook his head, trying to somehow dispel the numbers from his head. Stop. Stop thinking about numbers. What's wrong with me? He frowned.
Stop. Stop thinking about numbers. What’s wrong with me? Macha had to sit down on top of a nearby mailbox to collect her spinning thoughts. I’m going insane., she thpught, laying her head in her hands and trying to re-orient herself. What is happening to me? Behind her, her grey wings flickered and faded away.
I'm going insane. What's happening to me? He was used to these thoughts but lately they've been odd. When they came now he could hear a little bit of a voice, it was soft but low. He liked it, but it didn't help dispel the theory that he was going insane. Nice voice.. He thought absentmindedly.
Nice voice.. The thought floated lazily through her head, only further agitating her. A couple months ago, she would’ve thought this completely normal, she had none she was going insane. But since then she had worked so hard to heal herself, and now.. she was relapsing. What the hell is happening to me? The little voice in her head was low, and oddly comforting, though. When things had gone particularly bad, she’d almost relied on it, using it as an anchor. But over time she’s tried to distance herself from that small mad corner of her brain. She’s promised her dad she’s try to ground herself. She’d tried.
What the hell is happening to me? Tyler shook his head, running his hands through his hair. Of course you sound like a girl. Is this my mind trying to mock me? He thought angrily. The thoughts have never sounded like this or accused him of anything. They used to just tell him he looked great or looked like shit. It had been sort of useful but now it was becoming too much.
Of course you sound like a girl. Is this my mind trying to mock me? Macha couldn’t take it any more. The voice sounded so male, so real, it was killing her. She pushed herself off the mailbox and started at a fast pace back to her house, breathing uneven. This couldn’t be happening. Not again. I trusted you., she told her head, shoving her hands into her pockets.
I trusted you.. Tyler scowled. What do you mean you trusted me? You're my mind! I can't betray you! He started walking back home, glaring at the ground.
(Ooh, what if they bumped into eachother by accident, literally, and then went home in a hurry, then met somehow the next day and were like “it’s YOU?”)
What do you mean you trusted me? You’re my mind! I can’t betray you! Macha squeezed her eyes shut. Now her mind was saying that she was the brain and it was the reality?? Hell no. Shut up., she internally growled at herself. (This would show up in Tyler’s head)
(yessss)
Shut up. The thought was growled and he grew irritated. "You shut up!" He yelled, immediately regretting it and keeping his head down. This isn't good. Not good at all..
This isn’t good. Not good at all.. Macha clenched her fists and tried to filter out her awful thoughts. 3.14159.. She didn’t care that her eyes were shut, didn’t care that she could bump into people, just wanted it to stop.
Stop thinking about numbers! He growled to his head. He wasn't paying attention where he was going and accidentally bumped into someone. "I-i'm sorry.." He apologized without looking up.
Macha was so busy grappling with her own mind that she crashed straight into someone. “I- I’m sorry..”, the stranger said, and the voice was so familiar that her head snapped up. “Er.. it’s, um.. it’s fine.” Hunching her shoulders, she started to turn away, not wanting to give him the chance to ogle at her stone skin and white hair. Goddammit.
Familiar.. He looked up and glanced back at the girl. Magic..guess you aren't alone..
Familiar… Magic.. Guess you aren’t alone. What did that even mean?? Macha shook her head lightly, before freezing. That voice.. the one in her head matched the one of the blue haired boy across from her. No. this isn’t possible. She sped up.
Tyler stared at the back of the girl. No. This isn't possible. He started following her. "Hey! Wait! You, girl!"
Macha’s head whipped around when the boy called her name. Sh_t. Oh god no. She backed away, facing him, heartbeats coming fast and irregular. 3.14159265.. “I don’t have any money.”, she called, praying that was all he wanted and praying he had nothing to do with the voices in her head. That had to be what he wanted, money. Right?
"No. Y-you're her..the..v-voice.." He took another couple steps toward her, his breath uneven. "The numbers…" 3.14159265..
He stepped towards her, and she stepped back again. Oh god oh god oh god oh god. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t possible. God no, please no. “I- I don’t know what—“ There was real fear in her eyes. All her life, she’d had conversations with the voice in her head. She’d told that voice things. She’d stayed up at night crying to the voice in her head that was supposed to be fake. But it was real? He was real?
Tyler saw the fear in her eyes. He heard the fear in her voice. "A-are you scared of me?" He himself took a step away from her. "I-i'm sorry.."
(If Macha ran, what would Tyler do? I’m trying to figure out what to do with her next)
(He’s scared too so he probably wouldn’t chase after her)
(Are you okay with her running away? I don’t really mind either way, but I think it would make for a slower burning romance and more possible tension. Up to you :)
(No running away is good)
(Wait sorry, do you mean that not running away would be better, or ‘no, running away is good’? Sorry)
(Oh sorry I meant running away is good )
(Oh okay, sorry)
Macha’s whole body was tense and coiled, ready to run. Her mouth was dry, her hands shook, and she felt like someone was stabbing needles into her temples. “I—“ She didn’t finish her sentence. She just turned and bolted. Down the street, around the corner, under the bridge, not looking back once. She was just scared. Scared that there was a stranger in her head, scared that he was some of her thoughts, scared that she was his thoughts sometimes. Mostly, she was scared that he could do more to her brain than project words. And how much that went on in her head was what went on in his?
Tyler watched her leave, wide eyed. He started walking home, not thinking anything, afraid of her hearing.
Macha was grappling with herself as she ran, trying to keep her mind blank. How do you keep someone who’s mind is never quiet from thinking? She didn’t stop running until she arrived at her front door and ran up the rickety stairs to her room.
Tyler made his way up to his room and sat down on the bed. I don't know what to do..
