#edith abel

🥥 WHAT? period or dystopian future setting - edith was chosen to marry a warrior queen who wanted her based upon an image she saw of edith. what she doesn't know is that edith stutters (and in dystopian future, she also has an ostomy).

🥥 OPEN TO? f or afab nb - +21 - warrior queen, think evil!xena

WRITTEN WITH BETA | @indiestarter

edith had been quiet since she'd been brought to the war camp. she was surrounded by warriors, and criminals and was now given to the leader of this small army in order to have peace in her village. she was a simple pawn. a means to an end and now, she was afraid she wouldn't live up to the expectations of the warrior. what if they thought that her village had not been honest enough? what if they'd expected to be told that edith stuttered? would she still be deemed enough in exchange for peace? so, she kept quiet, for as long as she could.

edith looked up at the warrior queen and well, she certainly was beautiful. it wasn't as if edith was here unwillingly. the chance to be with a woman instead of some farm boy in her village was tempting. her village saw this as her great sacrifice for them, but in reality she wanted a more exciting life and... a wife. she didn't want to reveal her stutter though and looked up at the woman with big doe eyes and just nodded, very afraid of how she'd react to her speech impediment.

it took a few seconds of staring and digging through her brain to realize who the woman before her was. as soon as she said her name, it triggered a plethora of high school memories, memories she had blocked out due to her own experiences. "edith, wow," she gave an incredulous look to the blonde, not shocked that she'd said terrible things in the past but certainly ashamed and a tad surprised by her comment. "look, i'm not trying to justify anything here because there really isn't any justification for how i treated you or what i said and i'm truly sorry. i'm not going to say that i never intended to hurt your feelings because clearly, i did… but i was a kid, that's not who i am now." shame crept onto her face. "nah, being a comedian paid me nothing. i'm sorry. i can't imagine what you've been through and i won't pretend to. let me get you lunch or something," she blurted out knowing very well that she couldn't really afford it, but she'd make it work. "i owe you a lot more than that but i can at least start to make it up to you by doing that?

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edith wished she didn't hold onto the trauma of the past but it had just been so humiliating. she was still working on finding herself worth loving with her limitations, how anyone could choose her over a woman who didn't have a scarred body and a speech impediment was something she still couldn't quite believe. this woman had made her life even harder, had instilled those insecurities even firmer inside of her... and yet she couldn't just turn around and walk away. she wasn't like that. she wasn't cruel, she didn't want to be.

edith didn't actually mind doing her laundry at a laundromat. she always carried a book and would pop in her earbuds and relax for a couple of hours while her clothes washed and then dried. her studio had no room to airdry her clothes. she was just about to take a seat when she noticed a woman clearly struggling - reading the instructions and then looking into the vending machine for the right products.

she walked over and decided to help her out, even though she was - as always - nervous to speak. considering the other person was struggling with the basic task of washing clothes, she didn't think they were in a position to make fun of her though. "i would su-suggest you bring your o-o-own laundry deter-detergent and f-fabric soft-soft-softner in the future, from the su-supermarket. these -t-t-t-t-tiny packets are a rip-off." she explained, "need some h-help?" she wondered and it was only then that the face registered in her brain.

"kia?" she spoke and frowned. "i am v-v-very tempted to just let y-y-you shrink your clo-clothes." she huffed at her bully.

based on (x)

BASED ON: the sweet preacher’s daughter in sundresses and pearls and the rough girl from the wrong side of the tracks who rides a motorbike and smells of cigarettes // any muse of yours would be great!