The Twenty Second Trial

[hot_mess_express]

Who: You
When: Day 49, Morning
Where:

The entrance today is a huge, ornate stone archway. A gossamer veil glittering like starlight upon water hangs inside it, fluttering as if caught in a gentle breeze. It's impossible to say what might lie beyond; even if you walk around the other side — and it's perfectly possible to do so — you just see the same thing.

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Comments

[voreaciously]

[she looks away, speaks behind a hand, though that does not hide all of it.]

It is very unseemly, this time

[dismemberthename]

[mmmmm

would take her face in both hands if they could! but!! since they can't!! they reach to tug her hand away.]

Stop.

[voreaciously]

[she flinches slightly]

But--

[dismemberthename]

But we've got fucking mushrooms growing out of us. Relax.

[voreaciously]

[she's suffered all manner of terrible things but for some reason this one ranks a little higher. go figure.

she tries not to think about it.]

...Did you want them removed?

[dismemberthename]

No.

[instant and firm]

[voreaciously]

...Might I ask why?

[dismemberthename]

It hurts when they get messed with.

[and these are the people who no-sold a missing hand]

[voreaciously]

I would have proposed a proper surgery to do it.

[you know with anesthesia and all that]

But if you would prefer not to, then that is your right.

[dismemberthename]

Better to leave them.

What I meant was that you don't need to be flawlessly beautiful to have our attention or care.

[voreaciously]

...Very well.

I am not beautiful at any rate, but this is beyond the pale.

[dismemberthename]

I know your self-esteem is terrible but don't be ridiculous.

[voreaciously]

My self-esteem is fine.

[she says. with a straight face]