*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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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. *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.