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paradisa2014-03-20 05:00 pm
patheticvillain) wrote in paradisa2014-03-20 05:00 pm
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one ➢ dictated, & some spam
[Cassel isn't sure - hasn't been sure - how to ask this question. Even now he's pretty positive he's not wording it right, but if he waits for the perfect phrasing to pop up in his head, he'll be waiting forever.]
[So basically, screw it.]
What would you do if you woke up and looked in the mirror and saw someone else? Or if all your friends were suddenly someone else? Would you change yourself like that if you could, even if it scared other people?
How important is your face?
A. STABLES.
[He's learning to love the horses, the weird ones and the normal ones, even if as a city kid he still has no real idea how to groom them, much less ride them. The stables are comforting, warm and natural-smelling, and when he's not exploring he's usually resting in some corner, knees tucked up under him and a book on his lap, or his eyes closed, just listening.]
B. GYM.
[. . . and when the frustration and the sense of isolation in a crowd gets to be too much, he heads to the gym. He never really bulked up, but training with Superboy once upon a time left him wiry and strong, and he has no intention of getting weak here, in this castle full of strangers.]
[He spends most of his time with the punching bag, focused and sharp, and leaves exhausted. It's worth it, though - and at least it's something familiar.]
[So basically, screw it.]
What would you do if you woke up and looked in the mirror and saw someone else? Or if all your friends were suddenly someone else? Would you change yourself like that if you could, even if it scared other people?
How important is your face?
A. STABLES.
[He's learning to love the horses, the weird ones and the normal ones, even if as a city kid he still has no real idea how to groom them, much less ride them. The stables are comforting, warm and natural-smelling, and when he's not exploring he's usually resting in some corner, knees tucked up under him and a book on his lap, or his eyes closed, just listening.]
B. GYM.
[. . . and when the frustration and the sense of isolation in a crowd gets to be too much, he heads to the gym. He never really bulked up, but training with Superboy once upon a time left him wiry and strong, and he has no intention of getting weak here, in this castle full of strangers.]
[He spends most of his time with the punching bag, focused and sharp, and leaves exhausted. It's worth it, though - and at least it's something familiar.]
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[But then, nope, he's up, he's closing his book with a snap and putting his chin on his hand, elbow on his knee, a Thinker on a haystack.]
We-ell . . .
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[ She regards Cassel again, picking up her head, mouth cocked into a half a smile as her hands keep rubbing delightedly into horse hair. ] Rodin sends his regards.
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[Officially this unicorn is now Bugaboo to him until someone comes up with a convincing argument to the contrary. Which they never will.]
Right. I bet he does. Are all your weird horse-related wet dreams coming true right now? Should I leave the two of you alone?