( this shouldn't surprise her, it shouldn't make her pause. vanessa's only ever known her as mary wardwell and yet there's something about how lilith's currently feeling that makes her pull away, watching vanessa.
and-- she doesn't entirely know where to go from here. her encounter with the archivist had left her feeling exposed, raw under his gaze, the feeling of being watched still following her. and there's something about it, about being here with vanessa that makes the next words come out before she's really thought about them-- )
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and-- she doesn't entirely know where to go from here. her encounter with the archivist had left her feeling exposed, raw under his gaze, the feeling of being watched still following her. and there's something about it, about being here with vanessa that makes the next words come out before she's really thought about them-- )
My name isn't Mary.