OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

[wrens]

prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[misshapen]

[ Copper looks after him, sits at the edge of his tank, yes; in a way, she can't help it, he is an extension of her — a manifest of both her powers and her most strongly-held desires made manifestation and flesh. Oftentimes Copper wonders if she did it all on purpose, if her want for things that she could never hold had misshapen the magic she lay upon Noah, dooming him to a fate that Copper believes isn't quite doom at all. (Still, there is guilt; still, there is worry. Her desires had been for herself alone and she'd saddled them onto someone else instead.)

Her legs are dangled over the lip of his tank into the water, feet moving idly back and forth. They stop as she leans forward over her own knees, her posture hunched and precarious as she tells him (both adoring and sad): ]

You're a wonder.

[breathed]

[ As the ripples pause, Noah looks up, eyes wide and unblinking as he stares at Copper. With a single movement, he propels himself slowly up to the surface, his head breaking the surface of the water.

(He grows more and more used to himself like this, to the point that it scares him whenever he remembers that things weren't always this way. It's in human nature to forget, he supposes, but then again, he isn't human anymore. He doesn't know if he ever will be, again.) ]

Thank you, [ he says, in place of do you really think so or any of the other responses that immediately come to mind. ]