professor-goodwitch asked ;  
I don't remember you [ lets say Glynda is awakened again from her death but doesn't remember ANYTHING ]

professor-goodwitch:

entitxtem:

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◣ ☣ ◥ “ Don’t be so silly, Mommy! I… you know who I am, I know you do! Don’t… don’t say things like that. ”

No. No no no no. What was happening, why couldn’t she remember? What had Monarch done to her? The entity, whilst keeping the smile on her face, was trembling in her spot, tears spilling down her cheeks as she shook her head. She couldn’t believe this. N-No, Mommy had to remember her. She had to. SHE HAD TO.

” Mommy, you do know who I am! Say my name, Mommy, SAY MY FUCKING NAME ! “

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Glynda looked at the entity for a few moments. So she was someone that could be so very important. In all common sense she thought why would 3D act like this if Glynda didn’t know her . Her eyes fell upon the entity with pity, agony and the fear still remaining. Though, one thing was clear, 3D was definitely someone important that this blonde woman had to remember.

She felt her hands release from hers and her pained arm got its rest. Seeing her move her right hand to her right eye, the huntress’ eyes widened realizing that the right eye wasn’t there.

“ W-what.. what happened?” She asked grabbing onto her right arm .Her strength of a huntress still there pulling the metal arm away from the flesh eye.

“ You.. are not nothing. 3D. ” Glynda said calling her name. “ I.. I have this feeling in me that you are.. important to me..”

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◣ ☣ ◥ “ You saved my life. You are my mother, like King was my father. I hate myself – I’ve done nothing but burden you. I’m sorry. ”

At the feeling of her arm being moved away from her face, a single tired eye stared up at Glynda, the other remaining closed. It hurt to even look, now. She just wanted King. She wanted her Glynda back. She wanted to snuggle between them and be happy. They could be a happy, happy family where everything was perfect.

She could dream.

The entity moved forward, placing her head on Glynda’s shoulder, standing close to her like a small child. Her fingers pulled at the other’s clothes in a desperate attempt to keep her close. She couldn’t lose her again. She couldn’t.

“ Don’t leave me again, Mommy. ”