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 Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 8:59 am
There went her fickle whims. A moment ago, she didn't want to be touched. Now she wished the crushing pressure had never stopped. There was something soothing to her about being utterly enveloped and pressed down upon until she bent and bowed--just something relieving about having her power and agency stripped away that she couldn't explain.
(Why did she still dream of Nevada punishing her? Why had she thought Tuck slapping her would fix everything?)
"I know," she said softly. "That's also what scares me."
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 2:19 pm
Lex gave Stormy a deep frown, knitting his fingers together in his lap. He couldn't help her, maybe he just didn't want to. No, he wanted to help - Lex always wanted to help the broken girl; but how could one broken toy soldier repair another?
"Ursulina." Lex's drawl came out in full force, unable to and no longer caring enough to control the old habit. "You can't keep bein' ambivalent about this - you've seen what it does." He motioned to himself, nodded to the chair Ami always sat in.
It suddenly struck him how Ami must have looked before she left. Ami may have been strong, but when a c***k in her armor was exploited, the whole suit shattered. Her braid was either undone or a frazzled mess, her pale skin paler, the dark circles under her eyes more like an abyss broken by her nose. "You need to make a choice."
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 7:31 pm
The name didn't make her snap to like it used to. It was strange: she had these moods as Lina, that was true, but the context was different, but it was also the same. Different people that died, different people that lived through them.
She set her cup down suddenly, and some of the tea sloshed out onto the saucer and over her fingers.
"There's no choice to make, Mr. Alexei Jamil," she replied, still soft, still moonbright eyes, still trembling ever so slightly. Contained, contained, contained. "There's a red ribbon around our throats, and if I pull mine off, he will too. He made it clear already."
She seemed to withdraw into herself. "I am an anchor. Useful to a ship, useless without one. A heavy weight either way." And the bugs would never stop crawling, would never stop reminding her--
"Ms. Ami's not here," Stormy said in a sudden, jerky fashion. "Did you need something?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 5:16 pm
Lex winced at his own name, the way one does when looking at a mirror for the first time after being victim to third degree burns all over their face. His was a name only used by angry women, namely Claudia and Amalie. (Perhaps now she would just regard him as "Mr. Jamil", if she regarded him at all.) Lex shut up, silently accepting the matter. He couldn't help her.
Lex pushed his hair back again, faintly smiling and relieved at the change in topic. "What, you think I wouldn't do work if she weren't here?" Stormy would be right, if that were her assumption. Lex chuckled, pulling the bobby pin out of his hair and letting his bangs spill into his face. "I need your help here, honey."
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2016 7:48 am
This was easier. She could stand up straighter. "What do you need help with?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 9:14 pm
"Well, the Ashton Kutcher look isn't exactly trendy anymore." Lex chuckled, running his hands through his hair to get a better look at Stormy, grey eyes hinting a bit of sparkle. "I was thinkin', maybe something more like 2015's Tom Hardy? A one on the sides, little longer on top?"
It would be odd, not having long hair - but the style was inefficient. Constant maintenance - lest his vision be impaired, the near 45 minutes it took to dry, the almost sleazy silhouette it gave him now. A fade would be better, more attractive, a new look - maybe the start to a new Lex. "Brushing the damn thing gets exhausting."
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 8:08 am
The trembling stopped. The more she blinked, the less moonbright her eyes became. Recognizing belatedly that she spilled some tea, Stormy plucked a napkin up and cleaned her fingers and the saucer.
"Bring me a picture when you come over, please," she told him. "And text me when you're free. Payment..." She wondered if he would allow for cigarettes. "Cook lunch for me and Gale sometime."
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