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YOUR   RESULT   :  the   mirror

What do you see today? Better yet, what don’t you see today? Probably the same as yesterday, right? Everything at once and nothing at all. You know the face looking back at you enough to know that it is not your own, whatever that means. You’ve learned by now that your face is irrelevant, one that takes a backseat to the ones that come to you every day, asking you to show them lies. You don’t, of course, you are an amalgamation of all the faces looking back at you, a reflection of themselves. There is nothing but truth in that. Don’t take it too personally, then, when they scream in your face and take off running. You show them what they show you: who they are. It’s something you can relate to, isn’t it? Not being able to confront yourself face-to-face.

Time  had  turned  harriet’s  presence  into  a  comfort,  the  sort  where  soren  didn’t  always  think  before  he  spoke  because  he  felt  safe  following  his  impulses,  but  a  line  was  crossed  the  night  before  with  the  presentation  of  a  fact  he’d  considered  obvious. If  harriet  had  shown  the  slightest  of  unease,  he  was  prepared  to  minimize  the  meaning  and  explain  all  of  it  away  through  the  veil  of  sex,  but  it  was  necessary  because  she  reciprocated,  and  wasn’t  that  the  strangest  thing?

“being  able  to  do  something  isn’t  the  same  as  needing  to  do  something.”  the  only  thing  soren  didn’t  want  to  do  was  make  harriet  run,  but  he  didn’t  feel  concerned  about  that  as  he  dragged  fingers  through  harriet’s  hair  again,  wry  amusement  coating  his  voice. “i  think  this  might  not  just  be  friends  with  benefits  anymore.”  likely  hadn’t  been  for  a  while,  but  soren  spent  too  much  time  pretending  he  was  immune  to  feelings  to  know  when  it  happened  that  harriet  became  someone  important,  someone  he  wanted  an  excuse  to  see. “now  the  question  is… what  do  we  want  it  to  be?”

          “   i know .   but you don’t have to talk about it if you aren’t comfortable .   i  ...  i know it’s hard for you .   ”     harriet is acutely aware of the feelings that may be holding soren back in many ways ;   to lose someone so close to him and torture himself for years ,   hemming and hawing over whether he deserves to even be happy after losing her .   she isn’t here to take anyone’s place ,   or remove anyone from the past  ...  she just feels so strongly for him and she doesn’t want to let him go .   she wants him to stay .

HOW MUCH OF MY FATHER AM I DESTINED TO BECOME ?   -  @severedleft​

starter for @hoistsails​

fingers  carding  through  dark  strands  of  untied  hair,  soren’s  other  hand  was  entwined  with  harriet’s  on  his  chest,  thumb  tracing  the  soft  center  of  her  palm  and  feeling  the  callouses  on  her  skin. the  others  were  gone  from  the  train  car  and  were  under  strict  instructions  not  to  return  until  the  next  day,  so  there  wasn’t  any  reason  for  harriet  to  rush  away  on  his  part,  although  she  might  soon  want  to. Feelings  weren’t  soren’s  strong  suit  and  they  weren’t  something  either  of  them  talked  about,  but  the  slip  up  earlier  proved  that  they  needed  to,  a  thought  that  spun  through  soren’s  head  for  a  third  time  before  he  drew  in  a  steadying  breath,  chest  rising  beneath  harriet’s  head. “do  we  need  to  talk  about  earlier?”  he  murmured,  turning  his  head  so  that  his  lips  brushed  her  hair. “about  what  it  means?”

          feelings have always been an anomaly to harriet .   not one for opening up ,   and not one for letting someone in ,   she had never had someone who does not work for her just  ...  openly confess devotion to her .   their relationship had been what it always had been for years now ,   and somewhere along the way ,   something had shifted .   they would spend the night in each other’s bed ,   but instead of dressing and leaving ,   they began to talk .   they began to sleep through the night and leave the next morning .   sometimes they only  talked and never touched at all .   and god ,   she is terrified ,   but being with him is the easiest thing she has done for years .

   “you wound me, etti. to think that i would steal from a couple of children–” as though it wasn’t a regular occurrence. he shoved another squid snack into his mouth. “we made a deal for them, thank you very much.”

         it feels like a slap across the face that had been a long-time coming .   a punch to the gut ,   a dagger to her throat ;   she feels like she’s been backed into a corner ,   forced to listen to words that make her sick to her stomach ,   words that make her want to put a hole in the wall .   words that have never been spoken in reference to her ,   or anything she has ever done in her life ,   but the same kinds of words that she will freely give to the people she cares for .   is this what it feels like to be on the receiving end ?     it burns .

         harriet visibly stiffens at uma’s words ,   lips curled into a troubled frown as she deliberately takes a step away .   she opens her mouth to speak ,   but chokes on the words she wishes she could say .   i don’t deserve it ,   please don’t say that ,   you don’t understand ,   i have failed .

          she can’t say anything ,   in the end .   she presses her lips together in a thin line ,   and won’t meet uma’s gaze ,   even if her life depended on it .   she doesn’t dare look back at the other .   not when her eyes have welled up like this .   she can’t look back ,   or she may simply break into pieces .

          harry had worried at first when he had heard from harriet and realized the state that she had been in. further had been the anger when she had told him about a man that had been fool enough to put his hands on her, and while he knew that harriet, even drunk, was more than capable of defending herself, it hadn’t stopped harry from tracking the man down all the same. as he boarded the fancy, waving to mariam as he did. harry slipped his hook into his belt where it could hang unseen beneath his coat and raised several bottles of acid green, necks held between his fingers.    “    i’m  your  only  brother.    ”    harry said with a slightly raised brow.

    he popped the cap off of one of the bottles with his teeth and handed it to her, pocketing the cap before doing the same to a bottle of his own.    “    you  celebrating  something  or  was  drinking  just  a  whim  tonight ?    ”

          harriet spies how he conceals his hook beneath his coat ,   and a warmth spreads in her chest that she knows has nothing to do with the alcohol she’s consumed tonight .   she doesn’t address it ,   doesn’t acknowledge it ,   just reaches up and excitedly beckons for him to hand a bottle to her .   she takes hold of the bottle by the neck ,   swirling the liquid inside and watching the acid green slosh slightly against the inside of the glass ,   before taking a generous swig .     “   with james’ track record ,   it wouldn’t surprise me one bit if you weren’t .   but you’re the only one i want around .   ”