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[writtendestiny]

[It's the middle of the night, but who has time for sleep? Poison, who is often woken in the small hours by nightmares, does not.]

Anyone awake?

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[itsnotaonesie]

[He might be watching her face more than he's looking at his photos, honestly. He knows that expression, he totally saw it before back when they first met, when he'd tried to cheer her up by doing a sick flip. Shit, how long ago was that? Couldn't have been more than just a few months, but shit, Hadriel already felt like a lifetime ago. Time is weird.

Aw beans maybe he should like actually pay attention to like, now, and answer her question.]

Hm? Oh, no. I mean, not anymore. I used to be terrified of heights, but then I got these powers and had to climb a few skyscrapers to help people. After a while, I just got used to it. Hell, I miss it now. The view from the top of some of those buildings was amazing, especially at night when everything was lit up.

[writtendestiny]

Amazing.

[She murmurs, trying to imagine it, looking at the photograph with open curiosity.]

The marsh, where I grew up? I didn't realise until I left it that it was in the bottom of a hole in the ground. I'd never even been at the same level as everyone else.

[itsnotaonesie]

[He doesn't have any weird pics in there that he's worried about people seeing, so he just flips absently through a couple more neat pictures for her]

Wow, really? I mean, never mind all this being teleported around stuff, just leaving home must have been a huge thing for you. What did you think of it?

[writtendestiny]

[Her expression turns thoughtful as he flicks through a few more pictures, then she looks at him again.]

I always wanted to leave Gull. I didn't fit in there.

[She folds her arms loosely.]

But it was... [And here, she presses her lips together, because making herself vulnerable in certain ways is still something she struggles with.] ... Different. I'd never realised how much I didn't know.

[itsnotaonesie]

Different isn't always bad.

[having reached the end of his wacky New York photos, he sets the phone on the counter and starts t get a couple glasses out They were making tea or something, right? He's pretty sure they were.]

Did you like it? Getting out and being able to see the world?

[writtendestiny]

It was better than staying in the village for the rest of my life.

[She was never going to fit in there. Eventually, one way or another, she would have left.]

And now I don't just see the world. I can make it.

[itsnotaonesie]

You mean that... that thing you can do? Does that work here?

[Because if she can just write a hot tub into existence right now or whatever, that would be super dope.]

[writtendestiny]

No.

[If it could, she certainly wouldn't still be here.]

It hasn't worked in any of the places I've been taken to. These stories aren't mine to write.

[itsnotaonesie]

[YEAAAHHHH fair point. bummer that we can't have magic hot tubs but that's ok]

Huh. Well, um. Maybe you can't write them in the literal sense anymore, but you can still shape the way things happen here, y'know?

[writtendestiny]

Only as much as anyone else.

[She shrugs, though, not particularly minding that idea.]

But that's how it's been for most of my life, I suppose. It's not so bad.

[itsnotaonesie]

Yeah, I mean, there's nothing wrong with that. Everybody pitching in what they can makes a huge difference.