[TXT] !!!!! is your phone hooked to like a time shift where you get all the calls that never get answered and you get like feedback from all over the many planes of existence?
[TXT] that would be so fucking cool
[TXT] okay I checked the math and even allowing for time paradoxes it’s super unlikely but I still like it as a concept
[TXT] Boas are cool. and my donut is now gone
[TXT] but look! I have more!
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[Text] Not that often? But it happens.
[Text] You okay over there? 😟
[Text] Hey, that’s just teasing.
[TXT] I might be on a sugar high? my tongue feels weird
[TXT] I have 2 more boxes but I no longer believe I can eat them
[TXT] no way I typed it wrong! Uncle numbnuts don’t know is own # lol
[TXT] Snakes are gay. And this donut. It has rainbow sprinkles.
[Text] You sure? You wouldn’t be the first person.
[Text] That makes sense. Always wondered about my boa.
[Text] What kinda donut?
[TXT] I’m not? Do you get wrong # often?
[TXT] !!!!! is your phone hooked to like a time shift where you get all the calls that never get answered and you get like feedback from all over the many planes of existence?
[TXT] that would be so fucking cool
[TXT] okay I checked the math and even allowing for time paradoxes it’s super unlikely but I still like it as a concept
❝ And you could even have one of those white horses with really long hair. ❞ Caspian went on, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he looked back down at he tin tray before him. Fingers were messed with his meal, the naan bread doing a good enough job to suck up much of the sauce as he brought it to his lips, hunching over the table some as he took a fair sized bite. Rice stuck to his lower lip until he licked it away, chewing for a few moments.
❝ Or it could be died blue, or purple, or pink. ❞ He mused mouth half full as he tucked his food into his cheek to talk, looking back at his meal as he chuckled. He had grown closer with Belle over the past few months –– drawn to her insatiable desire to smile and have a good time. He needed that in his life –– Gods knew just how much he needed that.
With her legs half crossed on the awkward benches on the high school lunch room, Belle sat half turned to her friend. Her hands waving around wildly as she described her thoughts in detail. She paused, looking up at the ceiling, “No way. My hair’s blue. The horse can’t have my hair color, that’d be silly, Cas. Besides, modern princesses are going jewel tone. It can have deep emerald color hair. It would bring out my eyes.”
She’d truly hated to admit it, but she wasn’t sure if she would have even stayed at the school if she hadn’t met Caspian. Her fights with her teachers, especially in math and science, were epic. That they refused to accept simple logic or accept that they were clearly wrong and that the textbooks were poorly written baffled and frustrated her to no end.
The constant feeling of the other kids staring at her, making her doubt everything about herself, made it nearly unbearable to exist in the school. Was she passing? Did they see through her? The terror she felt every morning as she stared into the mirror with puberty taking its toll on her body. She’d never get the changes the other girls got… she just prayed, begged, that the HRT would be enough to keep her from ever having the other changes. Surely she was old enough now to stop worrying… that it would have started if it was going to happen… but she didn’t want a beard. Didn’t want her voice to change.
But sitting her with Caspian, ranting about princesses, without being told that she was too old to love them anymore; it let her drown out the rest of the school. The sound of the teachers and kids. Not really, she could still hear all the banging and what sounded like a million voices all at once, but it was more bearable. Those things weren’t as important as explaining it great, excruciating detail, the nature of the gown she would wear.
“I mean, especially if I’m going to be riding a horse off to save the Prince, then it has to be able to pull up and tie at the sides. Side saddle is stupid. But then it should unfurl like a sailboat, right? And… oh! Light up at the bottom, that would be so cool! I would wear practical shoes, of course, I mean who’s going to even see under the dress, right?” she could accept the idea of sword fighting her way past a dragon in a dress, but not in high heels. That was just silly.
Bell bit her lip and ducked her head, a light lavender blush covering her cheeks. She’d meant to say something silly, but now nothing would come out. Squeezing her friend’s fingers she finally forced out a laugh, “Y-yeah, heh. We totally need to get matching tattoos. That’d be so fucking badass, right?”
Lyn merely watched as the blush rose to her friend’s cheeks, something that she wouldn’t draw attention to … at least not yet, anyways. SHe’d bide her time with such a thing as she always did, finding herself laughing lightly as she returned the affectionate squeeze to Bell’s hand as well. It wasn’t all that uncommon for the feline to use physical acts like that to wordlessly show her affection, rather than actually speaking it out loud. It was the words that Bell spoke that drew that laughter out more, tilting her head back just a touch before grinning.
“A course it would be! Anythin’ I get tattooed on my would be bad ass,” she teased, winking before reaching forward to poke Bell’s cheek. “Ya wanna go an’ do it now?” she prompted, only partially joking.
Bell laughed brightly, “Fuck yeah you’d look bad ass. The baddest ass,” she waggled her brows, giggling madly.
“Would your dad be pissed? I fucking know mine would be, ha!” the young blue woman flopped back, staring up at the ceiling, “Damn, just imagining the look on his face next time I get slammered. He’d be the only one to know what it even meant to, ahahaha,” she held her sides laughing, though she really doubted she’d be brave enough to go through with getting that idea done. It would involve trusting the tattoo artist an awful lot.
Propping her chin on her hand and looking up at her friend, Bell mused, “But, yeah. Ink would be so fucking sweet.”
Haylee’s life was one that thrived on routine, something she insisted to keep a sense of normalcy in her when everything else would fall apart in an instant. Moving from town to town, never staying long enough to make friends by her own design. Sure, if she actually tried and talked to people, she would make friends, would be able to have some kind of connection with people, but the fact of the matter was, was her own paranoia in everything prevented her. She kept what she thought to be a healthy distance from anybody and everybody, unaware that such a thing would make her starved for any kind of interaction, even if such a thought terrified her.
It was because she was so insistent on keeping to herself, that she didn’t really pay much attention to what was around her as she got into the locker rooms, making sure to keep her eyes averted from everybody else’s as she concentrated on slowing her breathing down after her typically hard workout. It wasn’t likely a good thing that she pushed herself as hard as she did, as often as she did.. but feeling that exhaustion in her body was familiar, almost comforting in a manner that she didn’t even think about.
Walking towards the showers to wash away the sweat that continued to run down the strong columns of her back, her entire body glistening with sweat, she wasn’t entirely aware of everything going on even if she did hear the raised voices. She had always been good at managing to keep to herself, keeping out of other people’s business. She didn’t want to get involved, didn’t want to make herself known…
But when the blue haired person made that panicked noise and jerked from whatever was happening, Haylee couldn’t just turn a blind eye anymore. Feeling a pit rise in her stomach, she quickly moved forward, lips pressed together in a thin line with her displeasure, enough emotion rising through her to have a flicker of it in the false color of her green eyes… but not enough to truly break through the almost doll-like appearance of her. Rather than physically pulling the woman away from the other, Haylee placed herself between Bell and her tormentor, hands already fisted in case she would need to defend herself.
“That’s enough…” she urged, her heart pounding in her chest despite the way she held herself in preparation. She was fairly well known in this gym, enough so for the woman to hesitate when she saw Haylee. The woman with vibrant red hair didn’t make it a secret that she knew mixed martial arts, practicing it every single day in the gym they were in now.
The bullies had no desire to face off with the woman they’d regularly seen doing the routines Haylee did. They backed off, but not without parting shots, “Well I guess now we know why she looks like that. I should have known a real woman wouldn’t have those arms,” they dismissed at Haylee, “The freaks all grouping together.”
The other woman thrust her chin up, “Don’t even think about ever coming in here again you sick fucks! I’m reporting you right now. Management will ban your ass!” as they left, Belle could still hear their voices as they called her a guy as they complained to each other.
Sobbing into her knees, she bit into her finger hard, rocking in place. She needed to dress, needed to move. But she couldn’t. She wanted to scream, but she forced it inside. Even breathing was hard enough. Too much. It was all too much.
Bell didn’t care one bit that she couldn’t sing worth a damn. Finding herself on stage with a total stranger, she belted it out for all she was worth. It helped that it was one of her favorite disney songs that she knew by heart.
“No, no, no, you don’t understand. I am totally Princess material! See. Just look! It’s all in the binder,” Belle waved her hands wildly and filled to the relevant page, jamming a finger down on the list of relevant facts, “Orphaned at a young age, one parent and it’s my dad so I got the no mom thing going,” she tapped her chin, “I know that’s not mandatory but it certainly adds to the checklist. Oh! And here, here, look,” she pointed excitedly, “Most of my birth records where lost, I could totally be lost nobility from some far away nation! I just need to go on an epic quest of self discovery!”
Her boisterous pose fell, “I mean… I can’t sing… But I can dance! That has to count. Plus I’d add to the diversity! There aren’t nearly enough black non white princesses! And, and,” she flipped through more pages, “I’d be a bunch of other firsts for them and I have the dress and everything. I’d sparkle like the stars and GLOW TOO!”
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