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little_box_of_horrors2019-04-06 11:28 pm
deadlock_diva) wrote in little_box_of_horrors2019-04-06 11:28 pm
I kissed a girl and I liked it.
(( PSL for realitybendstomywill ))
[ Ashe steps out onto the front porch of her small county house, taking in a deep breath of the warm, desert air. It feels so good to be free from the shackles of her illness. After two and a half weeks of pain, misery and recuperating, she wanted to go out and do something that wasn’t lying in bed or being limited to the rooms in her house. Symmetra was leaving within the next day or two and she also felt the need to express her gratitude.
Because… yanno. Ashe wasn’t a pleasant person when she was sick and she knew that all too well. Not that they hadn’t reached an understanding and gotten through that initial unpleasantness, but still.
The day before, she’d suggested that they go into town in the evening for a girl’s night out. Ashe never really had a lot of girl friends in the past and had silently always wondered what it’d be like. She assumed it was a lot different than the loud and rowdy times she had with her boys; which was fine and dandy enough, but sometimes? Getting dressed up just for the sake of it (and maybe for the sake of turning a few heads) sounded like a much better time to her. A different thrill from the bar fights, gambling and alcohol induced shenanigans.
Waiting for the other woman to finish getting ready, she drops her purse on the first step and then turns to take a seat on the porch swing, settling against the back and looking out at the quiet desert before her. She smooths out the soft fabric of the yellow dress she wore and then reaches to adjust the light brown fringe that exposed her shoulders and hung just low enough for a tasteful amount of cleavage. Her normally straight hair held soft curls that framed her face, the longer side lightly bouncing over her shoulder as the breeze blew through the porch. The belt that hugs her slim waist is the same light brown as the fringe, the buckle in the shape of a flower and adorned with turquoise stones. She’d chosen some strappy sandals instead of heels; being that she was still in the process of recovering, she hadn’t wanted to push herself too much. Plus, it was such a nice day for a light and flowy garment. Hell, it was the first time she’d worn a dress in a long while.
Leaning her head back, she closes her eyes, content to enjoy the wind on her face and the calm silence that only someone who lives out in the middle of absolute nowhere could grow accustomed to. ]
realitybendstomywill ))[ Ashe steps out onto the front porch of her small county house, taking in a deep breath of the warm, desert air. It feels so good to be free from the shackles of her illness. After two and a half weeks of pain, misery and recuperating, she wanted to go out and do something that wasn’t lying in bed or being limited to the rooms in her house. Symmetra was leaving within the next day or two and she also felt the need to express her gratitude.
Because… yanno. Ashe wasn’t a pleasant person when she was sick and she knew that all too well. Not that they hadn’t reached an understanding and gotten through that initial unpleasantness, but still.
The day before, she’d suggested that they go into town in the evening for a girl’s night out. Ashe never really had a lot of girl friends in the past and had silently always wondered what it’d be like. She assumed it was a lot different than the loud and rowdy times she had with her boys; which was fine and dandy enough, but sometimes? Getting dressed up just for the sake of it (and maybe for the sake of turning a few heads) sounded like a much better time to her. A different thrill from the bar fights, gambling and alcohol induced shenanigans.
Waiting for the other woman to finish getting ready, she drops her purse on the first step and then turns to take a seat on the porch swing, settling against the back and looking out at the quiet desert before her. She smooths out the soft fabric of the yellow dress she wore and then reaches to adjust the light brown fringe that exposed her shoulders and hung just low enough for a tasteful amount of cleavage. Her normally straight hair held soft curls that framed her face, the longer side lightly bouncing over her shoulder as the breeze blew through the porch. The belt that hugs her slim waist is the same light brown as the fringe, the buckle in the shape of a flower and adorned with turquoise stones. She’d chosen some strappy sandals instead of heels; being that she was still in the process of recovering, she hadn’t wanted to push herself too much. Plus, it was such a nice day for a light and flowy garment. Hell, it was the first time she’d worn a dress in a long while.
Leaning her head back, she closes her eyes, content to enjoy the wind on her face and the calm silence that only someone who lives out in the middle of absolute nowhere could grow accustomed to. ]
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Naturally. Why wouldn’t I?
[Ashe isn’t the only one doing her share of people watching: Satya observes their surroundings, taking in every detail from the architecture of the town itself, to its inhabitants, to the restaurant by the end of the road. It’s… definitely very different from what she is used to. She isn’t quite sure if she likes it yet.
At the mention of physical violence, she looks at Ashe with a slight frown, wrinkling her nose at such a suggestion. She really couldn’t have opted for something so violent, even if she had wanted to; she’s sure she would have been kicked out of the architech academy in no time, regardless of her good grades.]
I do not resort to physical violence unless I have to. Besides, the emotional trauma caused by knowing they will always be inferior to the girl they bullied is more long-lasting than the momentary pain of having their teeth severely damaged.
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We're 'bout as different as different can be, aren't we?
[ She gives her a wink before opening the door and hopping down from the seat. ]
The trick with physical violence, is you've gotta be able to scare 'em too. So that they remember it and have the scars to prove it. Your way ain't too bad, though. I'll give you that.
[ She shuts the door, reaches into the bed of the truck to grab her purse. Slinging the strap over her shoulder, she rounds the truck to walk over to the entrance of the restaurant, pausing to open the door for Satya. ]
After you. Let's have ourselves a nice evenin', hm?
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I suppose we are, yes.
[And then the other woman has to go and say that, and Satya wrinkles her nose once again, quite obviously displeased that they should be discussing the benefits of physical violence in the first place. Violence is an unfortunate means to an end, yes, but it should not be glorified or even celebrated.]
That sounds remarkably like torture, which I do hope you are not referring to.
[What a lovely way to start off a girls’ night out. Satya isn’t a specialist on socializing and making new friends, but even she knows enough to deduce that prospective friends do not discuss the mechanics of physical versus emotional violence while getting to know each other better. Do they?
Pushing the thought aside, she gets down from her seat and shuts the door behind her as well, following her friend to the restaurant and getting inside when Ashe holds the door open for her.]
That is the main purpose of our little outing, yes.