aashayamm
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“Ears are important.”
“Your ears stick out.”
“I know. That’s why I’m getting them pierced again, once I’m eighteen and Granda won’t pitch a fit. I’ll hide them somehow.”
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Orla wants to press her face to the glass, to feel the hum she hears, to pretend for a moment that she is underwater too.
She does.
They don't give her shit for it, and she escapes into her imagination.
The fish are unresponsive, going about their duties, or whatever fish do, as scheduled. She looks up at the large filters, the fish live with an unnatural hum. Do they even notice it? Do they remember the humless ocean? Are they born here? Probably.
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Jack is- was- the right kind of gentle toward her. He let her roam unbothered, didn’t push her to give him more than she was comfortable with. His company was easy. He was funny, and smoothed her rough edges by simply being there.
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Erin often waxed poetic to Orla about how a crush felt. She seemed incapable of shutting up about any of the boys that had taken her fancy over the years. It seemed painful, to be consumed with thoughts for another, and Orla didn’t know if she’d ever feel the way Erin did.
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Nell was never good at holding grudges, even against those who deserved it – and good God, did Sofia Wilmot deserve it.
But going after the Blancheford siblings wasn't about seeking vengeance; she had gotten that when she sent them on the run. Nor was she going after them out of regret for making them live the way she had to; they dug their own graves by getting involved with what they did.
It was about Billy, whom Nell hadn't seen since that awful day in Broadwater Hall. She wanted him back, and if there was any chance that were keeping him from her – Well, she'd just have to go on a little witch hunt.
Of course, things never went to plan for Nell, so why would this be different? But getting close to the woman who tried to do her in... Oh, the universe really was taking the mick, this time.
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23 Dec 2024
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The letter in her hands, corners creasing and dust settled over top from its time abandoned, was not intended for Nell’s stiff hands. Accordingly, neither was Polly nor her method of appreciation; charming language of eager attachment, audacious acts of physicality, adoration, and sweetness.
Nell didn’t have much fondness for such things.
or, polly continues to write to nell
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04 May 2024