whyactlikeahuman:
iamthefirechild:
And that’s exactly what I mean … to have someone to let down all the facades with. We need that, to not have to watch our words, not have to wear contacts or whathaveyou. *she cocks an eyebrow* So, want to tell me about this … special person?
Yeah. *she nodded with a smile* It’s been nice, since I’ve stopped pretending. I do love being able to be myself with others.
W-what? *she grows a little flustered, a faint blush lightly dusting her cheeks* Who said that I have anyone special?
Oh, come on! The only way you would change a long-standing habit like that would be for someone special. Someone your age, forgive me, wouldn’t normally just change their mind about something they’ve done as protection for so long.
whyactlikeahuman:
iamthefirechild:
whyactlikeahuman:
*she notices Summer skipping right over the question and purses her lips, but she doesn’t really want to press it, curious as she is* Yeah, it has been really good for me. I didn’t even realize what I was missing; I’d actually had myself convinced that I was better suited to being alone. *she shook her head and rolled her eyes* I was wrong. But here you’ve gone confusing me again. What do you mean, those like us?
People who are a little different. Out of the ordinary.
Oh, *she nods, smiling a little* yep. I guess I can definitely fit into that category. *her hand almost reaches up to rest below her vivid violet eyes, but she lets it drop back to her side before it even gets halfway there* It’s funny, I’ve spent so much of my life trying to seem normal that it’s a little odd for me when people know that I’m not. *she chuckles softly*
And that’s exactly what I mean … to have someone to let down all the facades with. We need that, to not have to watch our words, not have to wear contacts or whathaveyou. *she cocks an eyebrow* So, want to tell me about this … special person?
whyactlikeahuman:
iamthefirechild:
whyactlikeahuman:
iamthefirechild:
*smiles* Oh? Your tone and words say that, but your heart says something’s changed.
*Abby blinks a little surprisedly* My heart says something’s changed? *she raises her eyebrows* What do you mean by that?
But yes, fairly recently I guess that did change. Well, to be honest, it wasn’t just touch I was going without, it was relationships in general; I didn’t have many friends. *Any friends, she tries not to think* But that’s changed a lot in the past month. I haven’t been going without much of anything that I used to make do without. At least, pertaining to other people.
*nods, avoiding the question* That sounds really good. Friends are important things to have. Especially for those like us.
*she notices Summer skipping right over the question and purses her lips, but she doesn’t really want to press it, curious as she is* Yeah, it has been really good for me. I didn’t even realize what I was missing; I’d actually had myself convinced that I was better suited to being alone. *she shook her head and rolled her eyes* I was wrong. But here you’ve gone confusing me again. What do you mean, those like us?
People who are a little different. Out of the ordinary.
whyactlikeahuman:
iamthefirechild:
whyactlikeahuman:
iamthefirechild:
whyactlikeahuman:
Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. *her demeanor becomes slightly awkward as she continues* I mean, I can’t say I understand your pain fully about the, uh, sex part—I’ve gotten along just fine without it for twenty years—but I can understand how it might be hard to change your life so fully, and for such a long time. Three months is just ridiculous, if you ask me. *she offers a sympathetic smile*
*laughs a little* Well, you have a point about the sex. It’s really more about the touching. It’s … well, it’s a human thing, really, needing to be touched. We do it so little, these days.
Yeah… *she smiled softly, her head tilting to the side just a little bit in thought* I guess it really is, isn’t it? But you’re right about it being something most people have let go of these days; it’s something I’ve found myself going without more often than I’d like for quite some time… *Until recently, she reminds herself, causing the corners of her lips to quirk up just the slightest bit*
*smiles* Oh? Your tone and words say that, but your heart says something’s changed.
*Abby blinks a little surprisedly* My heart says something’s changed? *she raises her eyebrows* What do you mean by that?
But yes, fairly recently I guess that did change. Well, to be honest, it wasn’t just touch I was going without, it was relationships in general; I didn’t have many friends. *Any friends, she tries not to think* But that’s changed a lot in the past month. I haven’t been going without much of anything that I used to make do without. At least, pertaining to other people.
*nods, avoiding the question* That sounds really good. Friends are important things to have. Especially for those like us.
whyactlikeahuman:
iamthefirechild:
whyactlikeahuman:
Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. *her demeanor becomes slightly awkward as she continues* I mean, I can’t say I understand your pain fully about the, uh, sex part—I’ve gotten along just fine without it for twenty years—but I can understand how it might be hard to change your life so fully, and for such a long time. Three months is just ridiculous, if you ask me. *she offers a sympathetic smile*
*laughs a little* Well, you have a point about the sex. It’s really more about the touching. It’s … well, it’s a human thing, really, needing to be touched. We do it so little, these days.
Yeah… *she smiled softly, her head tilting to the side just a little bit in thought* I guess it really is, isn’t it? But you’re right about it being something most people have let go of these days; it’s something I’ve found myself going without more often than I’d like for quite some time… *Until recently, she reminds herself, causing the corners of her lips to quirk up just the slightest bit*
*smiles* Oh? Your tone and words say that, but your heart says something’s changed.
whyactlikeahuman:
iamthefirechild:
whyactlikeahuman:
Huh. Really? I guess that kind of makes sense to me; wings being sensitive. Are they permanent?
No, thanks all the gods and little demons. Three months. *buries her face in her hands* Three months where I can’t be touched, can’t have sex, can’t be who I’m used to being.
Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. *her demeanor becomes slightly awkward as she continues* I mean, I can’t say I understand your pain fully about the, uh, sex part—I’ve gotten along just fine without it for twenty years—but I can understand how it might be hard to change your life so fully, and for such a long time. Three months is just ridiculous, if you ask me. *she offers a sympathetic smile*
*laughs a little* Well, you have a point about the sex. It’s really more about the touching. It’s … well, it’s a human thing, really, needing to be touched. We do it so little, these days.
whyactlikeahuman:
iamthefirechild:
whyactlikeahuman:
Oh. *she cocks her head to the side and raises her eyebrows, nodding a little* Yeah. I take it you don’t have them all the time?
*the laugh is bitter* No, not at all. Yes, I can fly, but I’ve always manifested my own wings before. And these … they’re a curse.
Well, on the bright side, you were cursed with wings instead of, like, horns or something. I have a friend that would kill for some wings.
Horns I could manage! It’s not the visibility of them. It’s … it’s the sensitivity of them. I can’t be touched any more. Any of the things I’m used to, I have to change.
whyactlikeahuman:
Well, I’m glad to hear that. *she smiles* Just what kind of trouble were you looking for, anyways?
The kind that keeps me from thinking.
Really? *she tilts her head to the side curiously* And why wouldn’t you want to think? Anything specific you’re trying to get off your mind?
*a pair of huge copper-gold wings flex out from behind her* This. For a start.
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