“It’s if someone else touches them. Half the time I can’t even … there’s this whole entirely new set of muscles and if I twitch wrong or something, here’s this whole piece of my body doing something strange. But basically, I can’t be hugged by people anymore, I can’t … my clothes don’t fit right — bloody hell, I’m whining about it.” She hung her head. “I am sorry. You don’t deserve to have to hear all about my problems.”
Lex frowned. Why was everything so fucked up for everyone lately? “Oh, shh, don’t worry, Summer. Seems like we’re both in a pretty shitty situation right now.” she said. “I’m sorry. I’d love to help you, but I’m pretty powerless right now.” And that was meant literally. “Let it all out if you want, talk to me…” she added quite awkwardly. Lex wasn’t usually the one to comfort people, but well, she was going to try at least.
Lex’s emotions made Summer laugh a little. “Shouldn’t it be the other way ‘round? My problem will pass, they always do. But neither of us really wants help or thinks she can be helped.” Offering her hand, she added, “Thank you. Just that someone even tries to care helps a lot.”
Her tone is utterly disgusted. “I’ve got /wings/.” There’s a sigh. “That sounds like a good thing, right? Except, I’m a very tactile person, and, um, apparently touching the wings is, um, sexual.”
“Wow.” Lex was genuinely surprised. “That’s pretty… fucked up. I mean, how can that be sexual… I don’t get that. They’re your wings, or do you mean if someone else touches them?” She looked at Summer in a puzzled way. “And how long do you have to stay that way?”
“It’s if someone else touches them. Half the time I can’t even … there’s this whole entirely new set of muscles and if I twitch wrong or something, here’s this whole piece of my body doing something strange. But basically, I can’t be hugged by people anymore, I can’t … my clothes don’t fit right — bloody hell, I’m whining about it.” She hung her head. “I am sorry. You don’t deserve to have to hear all about my problems.”
I’m not at my best right now either. But. Something I can help with? Maybe if I help you I’ll quit kicking myself, hey?
“Kicking yourself?” Lex furrowed her brow. “Why are you doing that anyways? I’m Lex, by the way. And help? Ooh, I don’t think so.”
“Oh, I’m annoyed that I fell victim to a greyface spell. It’s … more than a little disruptive, right now. My name is Summer.”
“Oh, greyfaces. I heard they’re pretty nasty sometimes. I guess it’s not a good moment for anyone here right now, Summer.” Lex sighed. “What have they done to you?”
Her tone is utterly disgusted. “I’ve got /wings/.” There’s a sigh. “That sounds like a good thing, right? Except, I’m a very tactile person, and, um, apparently touching the wings is, um, sexual.”
