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[He just sat there.
There would be brief moments where he’d flicker and disappear, but for the most part he just sat there, watching her as she moved through the room, doing various different things. Vulpix was gone, disappearing with the change in the castle, and she was suddenly more unsettled than before, the loss of the constant companionship and the appearance of her father rattled her far more than she had expected it too.
She’d been in the castle long enough to see it go through several changes, but this one was getting to her more than she would have liked. She knew he wasn’t real-he couldn’t be. He was dead. Dead in what she was sure was an irrevocable way, and he didn’t do anything. He just sat there and watched her. Watched her the way he would when there was company at the house-the way his eyes would sink into her back, like he knew everything she was hiding under her clothes, and she knew that he did. She used to hate the way he watched her-it made her feel dirty, like she was holding all this inside her. She hated the way he used her, and manipulated her, especially considering he was her father.
Now he was watching her again, his eyes following her through the room as he sat in one of her desk chairs, legs crossed one resting on top of the other and watching her as she moved, his eyes sinking into her again, and just when it got to the point where she was ready to scream at him to go away, the thoughts would start to creep in that maybe he wasn’t a figment of her imagination, a trick of the castle-there would be a flicker, and then he would be gone, disappearing from in front of her eyes, and suddenly she could breathe again and start feeling like an actual person all over again.
And then he would come back, not always reappearing in front of her, but reappearing in the room, watching her in the same way. His eyes would settle on her again and she would feel everything stop again. She couldn’t seem to escape the scared fourteen year-old girl inside her that she’d been running from since her parent’s death, and the castle was inclined to not let her forget that.
As far as she was concerned, the castle could go to hell.]
There would be brief moments where he’d flicker and disappear, but for the most part he just sat there, watching her as she moved through the room, doing various different things. Vulpix was gone, disappearing with the change in the castle, and she was suddenly more unsettled than before, the loss of the constant companionship and the appearance of her father rattled her far more than she had expected it too.
She’d been in the castle long enough to see it go through several changes, but this one was getting to her more than she would have liked. She knew he wasn’t real-he couldn’t be. He was dead. Dead in what she was sure was an irrevocable way, and he didn’t do anything. He just sat there and watched her. Watched her the way he would when there was company at the house-the way his eyes would sink into her back, like he knew everything she was hiding under her clothes, and she knew that he did. She used to hate the way he watched her-it made her feel dirty, like she was holding all this inside her. She hated the way he used her, and manipulated her, especially considering he was her father.
Now he was watching her again, his eyes following her through the room as he sat in one of her desk chairs, legs crossed one resting on top of the other and watching her as she moved, his eyes sinking into her again, and just when it got to the point where she was ready to scream at him to go away, the thoughts would start to creep in that maybe he wasn’t a figment of her imagination, a trick of the castle-there would be a flicker, and then he would be gone, disappearing from in front of her eyes, and suddenly she could breathe again and start feeling like an actual person all over again.
And then he would come back, not always reappearing in front of her, but reappearing in the room, watching her in the same way. His eyes would settle on her again and she would feel everything stop again. She couldn’t seem to escape the scared fourteen year-old girl inside her that she’d been running from since her parent’s death, and the castle was inclined to not let her forget that.
As far as she was concerned, the castle could go to hell.]