[ another day, and, look at her! she has steady income in! one would be proud. two would want one for her and say it was perfect (that loveydovey fool). three wouldnât care. five would just throw it on the ground or burst the seams with her disgusting cow breasts. zero . . . zero wouldâve liked them if she hadnât changed so much. none of those outcomes satisfied her, and then again! they were stupid in their own right. she isnât just waddling around. sheâs here to try and get back, and to do that, she needs to live again. she needs clothes, and food, and to take care of herself.
nothing new. exercising her magic was a must if she ever hoped to cling to that part of herself. a melody comes from her, sugary and unnaturally enticing to the non-sirens that listen. was that all she could do? a bother. sheâll have to keep trying.
she stops singing when she catches sight of a boyâ wrapped up in bandages and unable to see the light of day through them. the one in her dreams. the one where she was . . . monstrous, inside and out. she couldnât hide that part of her she hated away from him. he knew her weakness. were there more people she could run into from that dream, then? he can hear her, certainly he can hear.
four continues putting the clothes sheâs mended in boxes, and others out on display, though she doesnât say a word, in hopes that the boy wouldnât recognize her voice as she did him. ]
@emil
nothing new. exercising her magic was a must if she ever hoped to cling to that part of herself. a melody comes from her, sugary and unnaturally enticing to the non-sirens that listen. was that all she could do? a bother. sheâll have to keep trying.
she stops singing when she catches sight of a boyâ wrapped up in bandages and unable to see the light of day through them. the one in her dreams. the one where she was . . . monstrous, inside and out. she couldnât hide that part of her she hated away from him. he knew her weakness. were there more people she could run into from that dream, then? he can hear her, certainly he can hear.
four continues putting the clothes sheâs mended in boxes, and others out on display, though she doesnât say a word, in hopes that the boy wouldnât recognize her voice as she did him. ]