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crowspace2014-07-23 12:53 am
cherryblooded) wrote in crowspace2014-07-23 12:53 am
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[Open post, setting intentionally left vague.]
[Honestly, Cherryblod doesn't think much of the change.
All shrimp start out as males physically and turn physically female sometime in their adulthood. Some think of themselves as men all their lives, some decide that their mind matches their body now. His parents had both called themselves his mothers, and his grandfather had staunchly refused to call himself anything other than a man. It depended on the shrimp, but everyone went through the physical changes.
When it happened to him, Cherryblod didn't see the need to tell anyone except for Doloz. They couldn't have any more children, but Doloz understood, and no matter what his physical sex they loved each other dearly. He didn't feel mentally different, and his suits still fit alright with some minor adjustments, so he just lived as he always did, for many years.
Right now, Cherryblod is changing out of his suit and into something more comfortable. He's just about to put on some pants when someone opens the door to his room.
He turns a bright red and covers his chest with his arms, but it's almost certainly too late to hide anything.]
Could you knock?
All shrimp start out as males physically and turn physically female sometime in their adulthood. Some think of themselves as men all their lives, some decide that their mind matches their body now. His parents had both called themselves his mothers, and his grandfather had staunchly refused to call himself anything other than a man. It depended on the shrimp, but everyone went through the physical changes.
When it happened to him, Cherryblod didn't see the need to tell anyone except for Doloz. They couldn't have any more children, but Doloz understood, and no matter what his physical sex they loved each other dearly. He didn't feel mentally different, and his suits still fit alright with some minor adjustments, so he just lived as he always did, for many years.
Right now, Cherryblod is changing out of his suit and into something more comfortable. He's just about to put on some pants when someone opens the door to his room.
He turns a bright red and covers his chest with his arms, but it's almost certainly too late to hide anything.]
Could you knock?
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No... thank you for treating me like a person.
[ Because Uomi certainly hadn't. ]
... A lot of people don't think I am, anymore...
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[As stained as she is, she's never stopped being a person, and there's still parts of his daughter's friend plainly visible.]
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... The same's true for you. I think... all of us have some personal things we have to try to hold back on...
[ For her it's that urge to corrupt everything around her at all times, to be a destructive whirlwind of despair and anguish. It's hard, but she manages, because she loves her friends a lot. ]
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Make sure you take care of yourself, dear. Even when it's difficult, I believe you can.
[He doesn't know how bad it is, but it's got to be painful. More painful than he could understand.]
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... Ah... of course...
[ She doesn't need to... the red sea will always, always, always allow her to regrow whatever is lost. Pain no longer matters. Not physical, anyway. And with Sal here, there is most certainly no guarantees she won't be once more torn apart daily. ]
I always try.
[ Even now, every day, she keeps a spell over her body to make sure none of those wounds will ever be seen. It's the only way she can wear skirts anymore, really. ]
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[Wounds are less important than the soul.]
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... I'll be fine.
[ No, no she won't, she'll never be fine again, she's such a liar. ]
It doesn't really matter.
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[He kisses the top of her head briefly.]
I have to check up on Lobco now, before I go to sleep.