womb to tomb, sweetheart

She lies still, letting him come to her. Escaping digestion at the hands of a gargantuan mycelium is one thing, escaping its narcotic influences is quite another. The ceiling undulates gently above her. Her curtains have changed color, and her hand, when she studies it, is a truly astounding piece of machinery. She feels pride at her opposable thumb. She sees, through Mulder's eyes, her body as he imagines it. He is just slightly generous with her breasts, but for the most part, he seems to know how she looks naked, although he has forgotten the gunshot scar in her belly.

thank you friend! sorry I took a min to answer this

idk if that’s a rhetorical question but if you wanna write super dramatic shit here’s what you do: get in the car (or on the subway or the bus) by yourself for a while and just think about the canon story - no phone, no one talking at you. and do NOT tell me “I already know the canon story” no. shhhh. think about it again. really turn it over in your head, piece by piece. think about the wildest thing they ever did and ask yourself: what would it take to get someone to that point? I have some personal vibes that I sometimes channel but there's truly nothing like a long, kinda mindless car ride to shake ideas free.