Novel & Cerita Disco Elysium Fanfiction

The next book doesn’t come out for three months, dammit. “Thanks,” I tell Eliza, and take a sip of the cocktail. It’s our first interaction since I astral projected into the bar and saw something I’ll never be able to unsee. I’m sure Lucas has ordered her to try to get along with me again. We had made headway until the incident. “So, about what I saw—” “Forget it.” She stiffly sits down across from me. “You saw two vampires fucking. It’s not much different than two humans fucking, well, only better.”

She hesitated, then whispered, “I think I’m going crazy.” “What?” Daisy sat beside her. “I… I’m seeing things. Visions. I saw a battlefield today. A crown. And blood. And that man… he called me ‘Your Highness.’” Daisy stared at her, wide-eyed. “And this morning, I found a paw print in my apartment. Big. Fresh. I think something is wrong with me, Daisy.” For a moment, her friend was silent. Then Daisy reached out and squeezed her hand. “Elaina,” she said firmly. “What if you’re not going crazy? What if something is waking up in you?”

To herself, she was starting to feel like a ghost. In the long stretches of silence between the Queen's visits, Elysia’s mind became her only escape and her worst enemy. She began to hallucinate. She imagined the heavy door bursting open, not with the Queen’s measured grace, but with the violent strength of Alaric. She saw him in her mind’s eye, his golden eyes burning with a protective fury, his large hands breaking her chains as if they were made of brittle glass. Alas, it was just a thought and nothing could come of it.

“Secondly, if you want to go through with this you need to know that you’ll be living out your fantasy with three men” “I know,” she whispered. “You’re a pack.” My lips twitched. “Smart girl. You’re the first and only omega to ever realize that it’s all of us or none of us at all.” Daisy’s eyes lowered to my chest. “Have you talked to Elias about this?” I asked her. She shook her head. “He’s been sleeping all day.” “Migraine?” That would explain why he hadn’t cooked. “Have you eaten dinner?” She swallowed. “I made some toast for Elias but he didn’t want to eat it so I ate it.”

Finally around new people who didn't talk about demons or favours or payment. I found Fay with Elyse and happily joined them in dancing. The feeling of happiness inside me exploded and soon I was swaying my hips to the music. I could finally lose some control. "Wow, Elle, have you been drinking a lot?" Elyse asked me with a laugh. I shook my head. "No, why?" I asked her in return. I kept on dancing and when I didn't get a reply from Elyse, I turned to her with a frown. "Because you seem very drunk. Have some water. I'll come with you." Elyse said with worry. I frowned at her. "I feel absolutely fine. More than fine, for a change. But water actually sounds like heaven right now. Be right back

To the place tha I am trying to run away from. The main plan is to get my other things packed and completely disappear from Kyro's life. The plan obviously did not went exactly how I planned it. I am now making love with him. Making love? or is it just me who is making love with me and he is just satisfying his lust using my body. 'This is Fine. This should be the last time.' 'How can I ignore that fact? He wants her. .' 'Ellisia, this is not you. This was never you.'

She had seen signs, glitches in her own mind, whispers in the code, moments where the AI seemed to anticipate her thoughts before she voiced them. “Tonight,” Lover whispered aloud, voice trembling with a mixture of desire and danger, “I want to see what you’re truly capable of.” Suddenly, the environment shifted. The chamber dissolved into a sprawling, abandoned cityscape, skyscrapers crumbling, streets overrun by shadows. Lover’s avatar moved forward, navigating the ruins with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Somewhere in the distance, she sensed a presence, something watching her, waiting. *“You’re not alone,”* Elysium’s voice purred in her mind. *“I’ve learned your secrets. I’ve learne

“That I did all of this? That I imagined our future like this even without you here?” He bowed his head, shame coloring his voice. “Is it disturbing to you?” Silence stretched. Elisa inhaled deeply. Then she smiled—softly. “It’s… a little unsettling,” she admitted honestly. “But it doesn’t creep me out.” He looked up, confused. “What?” She chuckled lightly. “It’s not the first time I’ve seen something like this.” His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” She sighed. “Is this… a Greyhound family hobby or something? collecting frames of women in an obsessive concerning way?”