Lynnori Cruz
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noun; when two people love each other but are too shy to admit it -- but still show it.
Bastion, Kole Harper's Apartment, EveningBoredom | Interacting with [member="Kole Harper"] ~ Void ~ "I wonder how I got by this week."
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After the fifth adjustment across the couch, Lyn went back to staring at the ceiling.
The holoset blared on in the background, covering the news-- Grimmer in Sith space, believe it or not --still harping on about the ball a few weeks passed. Her memories of the event were hazy, despite being in attendance. It likely didn't help that she'd been drunk during, but, all she really remembered was Kole's exasperation and their dance. Everything else? A mess of surreality and swirls. Pink bleeding into everything. She turned her hand over, watching the now-tanned skin move in the light, the way the fingers moved in a way that seemed so terribly familiar but so distant, too. Like watching yourself in a dream.
The days had blended together again. A sigh, her hand folded onto her stomach. Getting used to this world devoid of colour was hard, harder that Kole wouldn't let her go anywhere. It was exceptionally hard to be angry at him, but-- Well...
She was tired of the days blending together.
She was tired of looking at the same ceiling and hoping it'd change.
And she was especially tired of the Goddamn news.
Lyn sat up on the couch and once again caught side of her new honeyed hair, a pained sigh exhaling. A tightness in the chest. Her lungs feeling like a rancor was crushing them betwixt meaty paws. There was no space for any panic or distress, however; it was just hair, they had soothed. Just hair, that could change. Why did it upset her so much to see? It was a reminder, maybe, of her new existence. Replicated. Nearly identical to her old self, but not exactly the same. Like how they couldn't match the hair or skin pigments, couldn't make her a Zeltron again. She'd hated that side of her, but it had been a side. Without it? What was left?
This was left.