Y'know, Life's Weird. [Arianda/Junko] [CLOSED]

Junko rocked back and forth quietly as the laughing and snickering echoed around her. She knew very well the laughing itself wasn't real, but what it was representing was what made her mind turn over. The girl shrunk, shivering and crying like a frail rabbit in a lion's den. She could remember the faces of all who made her who she is now, the monster, the evil in everyone's life. The bane of all that's good. Though she was soon brought from her mental breakdown by the warm contact of Arianda's hand, soon being brought into the warm embrace of the woman who had called herself her mother.

She was about to struggle from her grip and tell her that she didn't deserve the embrace, but she had stopped as something had brought her into a state of calm, and that had her realize she wasn't alone. A warm embrace enveloped her heart, as if someone had grasped it. She didn't quite notice the soft glowing of the mark over the vessel that sustained her life. The feeling didn't alarm her in any way, it simply brought her down a couple dials from her anxiety. The panic and self loathing was still present in her mind, but wasn't overloading her into crying.

Junko had felt like she sank into a dream-like state, looking at her mother as her form changed with little explanation. She didn't speak, simply feeling her mother's bare skin as she was embraced. Her eyes watered at the sheer perfection of the woman's form, her black wings, her strong yet gentle eyes that peered past the flesh and bone and into her very soul. She had been breathing quite quickly, though hardly noticed over the amount of laughter ringing in her ears, which were both covered until her mother had removed one with what had felt like a gentle hand, whispering into her ear how much she had loved her, that the voices spoke lies, that she did not wish for Junko to suffer, and above all, for her to eat, for she needed food as well.

She then remembered the delicious smell of the plates stocked with food, causing drool to come from her mouth once more, and at quite an alarming amount. She swallowed as to prevent the saliva from dripping from her lips, looking at her mother, her angel who had come to show her she had a chance. She cried, yes, but tears of joy instead of tears of agony. She couldn't fathom that someone could truly love her, even a long stretch that someone could love her this much. She almost couldn't believe it, but it was here. It was happening.

It was real.

She hardly heard the woman's last request to eat, immediately digging in. She didn't even realize a drink wasn't present; she was simply too hungry to think about drinking anything. She didn't know how long she went without eating, but she was starving. And not only was she starving, but the food she was scarfing down was fucking delicious. It was probably the best assortment of food she had ever tasted; ever. She was tearing up to unimaginable amounts, her eyes better described as salty faucets that practically gushed water. She stopped after a bit of eating as to not overwhelm her stomach, panting and wiping her soaking face. She sniffled a bit, letting out a few hics as she tried to calm herself down from the amazement she experienced.