oooggghhh that Imogen message scene! so many small choices, all so heavy.
imogen, wanting a moment of quiet, of course, sure. imogen doing so by using her powers, easy and confident. invisibility, fly. using them for secrecy. All of that power, all of that capability, geared towards slipping out as quietly as possible, without alerting her friends. without telling them. without asking them, for help.
Imogen tells Orym; when she lands on the windowsill and he, ever perceptive, glances over. She went through the trouble to sneak out, she did not tell him until he had looked over, and even then, only the bare minimum, that she would be back.
It was not an explanation. Just a reassurance- for his benefit, not hers.
Imogen, flying up above everything. Not away, not out, not a secluded spot- above, high up, high enough until she can see the city sprawled out below her and it is finally, blissfully silent.
And she casts sending. Alone. In the blessed quiet. Asks her mom- where are you? Im in Yios. I know you said you wanted me to stay away but-
(but-)
She does this alone. She does this alone because the rejection was always a possibility, because asking for help is its own kind of vulnerability, especially when the plea could be rejected. She does this alone and in secret and high above a city that is far too loud, and so. When her mom responds, says no, says she needs to run, says its for her benefit, that she needs to stay away, because she wants so badly for her to be safe, that's all she's ever wanted.
When her mom says no, pleads her in it, Imogen is alone, in secret, above a city that hurts her to be in, carrying all kind of weight from the last few weeks alone, much less from the decades, alone. Imogen says, please, I'm worried the storm is going to sweep me away, if you don't come help.
Liliana says: If you come, it certainly will.
And Imogen says nothing.
Because at a certain point, what can you say? What good will it do?
Imogen says nothing, and she flies down, down, and asks Orym, quietly, voice ever so level and fragile, if he can cover for her, real quick, and casts invisibility again, with all that power, and slips back inside.
Alone, alone, still in secret, no explanations given, nothing shared.
Because, at a certain point, what can you say? What good will it do?
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Okay so there's this offer for younger kids at my school that they're being watched the afternoon too and can do their homework and stuff, and the three women running that are actual gems and also you bet your ass they know you whether you're way too old for that or not, right?
Well, one of them approached me today randomly, like completely out of the blue. She just. had a favourite jacket that doesn't fit her anymore and since it's a favourite, she wanted someone she knows to have it and apparently thought of me. Now, the jacket is a tiny bit too big and it's ver, sturdy and kiiiinda military style and looks sick as fuck and that's amazing and in conclusion i love that woman.
But also, my brain apparently saw the jacket and went "that's soooo marquis de carabas", and you know what, my brain's right, it does look a bit similar to how i always picture his coat. Therefore I'll be adding a shitton of pockets inside :D
in conclusion, i got a fantastic jacket today, kinda-but-not-really? teachers are the most amazing people on earth and i need to learn how to properly sew with a machine and all RIGHT THIS SECOND
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Lowkey have given up on mutual aid, idk why i ever thought ppl could actually organize to support a strike through mutual aid
500$ docked from my paycheck bcuz we thought mutual aid and community would have our back but i hardly get any ppl even bother reblogging our posts and havent gotten a single cent which like donations whatever ik were all struggling but hardly any reblogs? Thats literally free.
Like not even 50 reblogs from different ppl.
Not to sound entitled or whatever but im tired of being a support level 2 autistic with like 2 stupid physical disabilities and D.I.D having to maintain a 40h work week and trying to help people whenever i can but the moment i fucking falter i just have to eat shit and push harder and kill myself trying to stay afloat cuz no one can even be bothered to point and go "heyyy someones drowning can anyone help!!"
Like seriously not even 50 individual reblogs, theres 100 smth notes and 3/4 of them are from ppl in our system desperately trying to get attention to our situatuon
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