07-25-2013, 12:58 PM
Sera hops down off the counter with an easy movement. She's nowhere close to Shoshannah's willowy height, and even if she oh-so-often works to create that pretense, to take up that much more space in the world than the gods or whomever thought she should perhaps be granted, see: she moves with ease. Loves that body she has anyway and all the things it can feel and be and do.
"Most of those terms Shoshannah was throwing out, they're like religions, right? See, it's like, all the religions in the world, what if they were all correct. All internally and specifically correct, at least for their adherents. Buddists and Weirdoists and Catholics and what-the-fuck-all all got their prayers or spells or lives answered and framed and judged and defined under their specific set of beliefs.
"That's more or less what it's like for us. I mean, the way I work is nothing like the way Justin works, or Shoshannah, or you. And you can sort of make it up as you go along, right? Just push yourself, your frame, your worldview until it all comes more sharply into focus -
" - but when you find someone who shares your world view. Hell, then you can sort of draft off their Work a bit. Use their understanding to push your own along.
"So when I said Justin's a Verbena, it's like saying he's a fucking Catholic. Or, well. Technically a pagan or whatever, the Catholic bit was a fucking analogy."
Sera looks like she's ready to tuck her arm into Grace's just as easily and intimately as she sat with Hawksley that night they first met at Mutiny, and walk with her through the kitchen, chatting as they follow Shoshannah toward the library. If Grace stiffens up or pulls away, though, it won't get that far. Sera'll tuck her hands into the pockets of her cut-offs instead.
"Does any of that that make sense?"
"Most of those terms Shoshannah was throwing out, they're like religions, right? See, it's like, all the religions in the world, what if they were all correct. All internally and specifically correct, at least for their adherents. Buddists and Weirdoists and Catholics and what-the-fuck-all all got their prayers or spells or lives answered and framed and judged and defined under their specific set of beliefs.
"That's more or less what it's like for us. I mean, the way I work is nothing like the way Justin works, or Shoshannah, or you. And you can sort of make it up as you go along, right? Just push yourself, your frame, your worldview until it all comes more sharply into focus -
" - but when you find someone who shares your world view. Hell, then you can sort of draft off their Work a bit. Use their understanding to push your own along.
"So when I said Justin's a Verbena, it's like saying he's a fucking Catholic. Or, well. Technically a pagan or whatever, the Catholic bit was a fucking analogy."
Sera looks like she's ready to tuck her arm into Grace's just as easily and intimately as she sat with Hawksley that night they first met at Mutiny, and walk with her through the kitchen, chatting as they follow Shoshannah toward the library. If Grace stiffens up or pulls away, though, it won't get that far. Sera'll tuck her hands into the pockets of her cut-offs instead.
"Does any of that that make sense?"
But my heart is wild and my bones are steel
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula