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Roza ([personal profile] temporicide) wrote in [community profile] draino 2025-07-02 04:45 am (UTC)

It's not the scared that shames me, [ thoughtful, ] but the places I ought to be scared.

[ Her existence is one big atonement project, an accounting of inherited deficit. Margins born in the red. Wrong father, wrong grandfather.

His boat does not rock, Roza grants, and she feels a little surer of herself — hard to believe, maybe, that beyond the flirtation lives an ounce of uncertainty, but she learned long ago that even in the scheme of what is strange she may be stranger yet. ]


You don't have to do that, [ now she's pulling his pigtails just a little bit, although Roza transitions it to something smokier thereafter, ] by the way. 'Cause what I see's not just in you. Every thing you touch has you on it. Leaves memories like a trail. When you touch me, you'll leave yourself on me, too.

[ What she doesn't say: and vice-versa. With an uptick in ebullience, like she wants to get giggly: ]

I'm a cowgirl. But not all the time. [ Her surfeit of energy sometimes means it's just easier for her to ride until the sun comes down, and Roza likes to make things easy for people. ] You wanna see? Put out your hand, and I'll show you.

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