To love complete brokenness // open+ooc prompt

[SOLVEIG]

Arguments. It was drawing quite the crowd, one that even Solveig could not pretend to ignore. And, unsurprisingly, it was between Pincher and Jacob. Hadn't Solveig just warned Pincher about this? That Jacob couldn't take any ounce of disloyalty? She knew Pincher- perhaps not as he was now, but how he had been, and how he had been to her. As much as she hated to say it, she couldn't say she was very surprised by this present outcome. Pincher was a handsome man; charming even more so. It was just inevitable. "Making a spectacle of him won't help," she chimed softly as she suddenly appeared by Pincher's side, stepping up from the side as she eyed the door. "Jacob, would you like us to leave you alone for a while?" it was a pointless, open ended question that she didn't really mean, giving that her face was still plain and hardly concerned at all. She had little loyalty to Jacob; the only loyalty she had for him was the respect she held for Pincher. Which begged the question: just what set Jacob off in the first place?

Her gaze shifted slightly towards Pincher for a moment, a mere shift of her eyes alone before she glanced back to the door. Pincher would be pissed but... would it really do any harm in this situation?  She didn't know what was going on between them, and by the guess of it, neither did most anyone else. Her open ended question had a point, a cover for what she was to do next. Still standing idly at the door, her mind stretched out towards Jacob's thoughts, attempting to read his thoughts, to infiltrate his mind; no, beyond that. To see the memories themselves. Was she going to change it? Create them? She simply wanted to see what was running through that head of his, what had occurred while she had been elsewhere.

It was completely, and utterly, manipulative. Solveig knew that, but she didn't care.

She was just beginning to put herself into the moments that Jacob had been where she had not, when there was a change. It was, frankly, the easiest way to find a commonality. To create one that had never existed. To craft yourself in the minds of others. She could feel the memories, weaving further into his mind, but she hadn't even touched his memories when she felt like something was wrong. It was hard to describe the feeling of your own head being set on fire, but she felt like it had been; a searing pain that traversed the tendrils she had sunk into Jacob's mind, completely severing Jacob's mind from her own.

With a sharp cry of pain, Solveig reeled back from the door a few steps as her head bowed, her eyes squeezing shut against the sudden wave of pain that crashed down in her head.  "What did you-" she started, intending to ask Jacob above all what the hell he had just done to her head, but that's when she froze. She looked up quickly, but her face had gone very, very still. This had never happened. She could still feel the minds of Pincher, and Goldie, and everyone else around her; their minds were still open. But Jacob? It was like he no longer existed behind that door. There was no mind there to feel as hard as it was for her to describe the notion of her telepathic links. Nor was it something she wanted to consider with her head now pounding against her skull.

"Get.. the door open. Jacob's.. I can't feel Jacob's mind." There was fear in her voice. Not for Jacob, necessarily, but for herself. This... This had never happened. This wasn't supposed to be able to happen, nor was it anything she had ever felt before. What had he done? What just happened?

Was he still even alive?

//I got permission from VElli to do this!! It's part of a plot

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