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@loz-femslash-week day 1: experiences

Wild: At least your girlfriend didn't turn into a dragon.

Twilight: At least your girlfriend came back to you!

DAY 5: CARE @loz-femslash-week

“if I were a seagull, I would fly as far away as I could!”

first post on this sideblog let’s gooo 👅 close-ups under cut

Every person on Koholint island is merely a sleeping god having taken a different form. Each are limbs of the Wind Fish playing out varying roles for all eternity. One moment they are in the midst of a revolution, the next they are holding a festival for the ages, then they are acting as if they are in a children’s cartoon; teaching lessons to an unknown viewer. The only constant is that there is none. Existence is fluid. No one is anyone and anyone is everyone.

But then, something unexpected. A boy arrives on the island, and everything freezes. He perceives the dream, and it stays as it is. There are only a few characters in this dream, the island is small here, and the boy has no idea. Those characters are suddenly no longer just characters, they’re people that someone else interacts with. They’re no longer bound to a script.

Over the months of the boy’s existence, the people gain their own free will, their own thoughts. They are no longer just figments of a God’s imagination. They are still bound to it, but it is not all they are. Marin is one of those newly borne people, still not aware she was ever anything but. She loves her Hero, and she’d do anything for her.

…and then the Wind Fish wakes up. And all of those people are wiped from the lid of a dreamer’s eye. Except, just before Marin is destroyed with everyone else, she is pulled onto a battlefield. The people who first perceive her see another warrior. She must be one, otherwise she wouldn’t have been pulled through time. Just like that, Marin is able to fight like she’d been training for years. But she hadn’t… right?

Throughout the war, it becomes obvious. Marin is what others perceive her to be. If she is thought to be a monster, she will be crueler, have sharper teeth and nails. If she is to be a performer, she gains the grace of a dancer and the voice of an angel. Marin shifts with the people around her, but few things stay constant. She’s a red-haired young woman, she doesn’t want to hurt anyone, and she loves her hero.

There’s another side to this too. When Marin is not perceived: not heard, not smelled, not seen, not felt, not tasted; she begins to unravel. Slowly, reversibly, but dangerously. This was first discovered when she got trapped in a keep during the War. When she was found, her flesh was falling off of her in ribbons, yet there was not a single sign of battle.

Marin doesn’t know what she is, not really. She doesn’t want to be this way. It was never something she asked for. Her friends are kind. They have made efforts to know her in multiple aspects, influencing her as little as they can. They’re kind enough to act undisturbed when she does something not quite natural. But it doesn’t change the fact that she’s still not human.