R47 - Back to Wonderland

[with_my_teacup]

Hi, kids.

[Anyone unaffected may notice something about Riddick; a little less aggressively edgy, a little more of a wall. Because Riddick as she is got more mileage out of having a mountainous will, a sledgehammer self, than being an unpredictable razor-blade of a person.]

Room full of large clothes, cut for small hips and big shoulders, for anyone who needs to borrow them. Missing all my t-shirts, but life's not always fair. [She shrugs, massively. What are you going to do.]

Comments

[fridgetothefire]

It's not - there's no center. Nobody diverges from anybody else. If all her choices are the way they are because of her body, than so are mine.

[So. Yes.]

It sucks. It feels like I'm back in a cage, or - like I was in one all along and just didn't see it.

[with_my_teacup]

Middleground, sweetheart. Middleground. Not all your choices, not all hers.

Not all mine, not all his. Right? Right. Don't get too reductive while you're sulking.

Pass those walnuts I'm folding some in the icing.

[fridgetothefire]

I'm not sulking.

[He is having a legitimate existential crisis, mom. Gosh. Dignified cat bristle. He passes the walnuts. And soaks some raisins in brandy, because really, why else bake anything that includes raisins.]

[with_my_teacup]

Mmm of course you aren't.

[Without getting her hands dirty, she leans over and kisses the top of his head again. Then folds walnuts lightly into the icing.]

What if the choices are influenced more by the body? Why's it stuck in your throat?

[fridgetothefire]

That's the variable. This time. The only one, instead everything with breaches.

And I just. I've got limits, I can work with that. But I didn't think my body was giving me directions, too.