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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park
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 will i get to you a little 𝐅 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 if i was the 𝐒 𝐍 𝐎 𝐖 in the air ? ❆ mcflurry's dormitory room was... cold. it eked out from under the door, and when mcflurry opened the door, it was like opening a freezer. moreover, though, mcflurry was cold. not as a metaphor for her expression, or her disposition, or her new style of clothing. but she was cold, everything about her was cold — and when she exhaled from the sight of the woman who mercilessly healed her, her breath was damn near opaque, visible in the air. her eyes burned like a glacier as she looked on the guest silently. stared. judged. "...come in." mcflurry shuffles into her freezing home, wearing nothing but a black shirt and her working pants. she'd just gotten off a shift, it seemed, based on the equipment strewn on a nearby counter. "how may i mchelp you, d-doctor... olson?" [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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will i get to you a little 𝐅 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 if i was the 𝐒 𝐍 𝐎 𝐖 in the air ? ❆ mcflurry watches the tears with an almost apathetic expression, except for the crinkles in the corners of her eyes and the way her eyebrows tilt. like pity. like empathy. like disappointment. she waits for the doctor to dissolve into blurbles as she continues what she was doing previously — which was boiling some water on a kettle, apparently. she listens to the rambles. tries to make sense of it. it's barely anything, but — it's there. she'd be hypocritical to not understand mutterings, or ignore incoherent drivel. a sharp whistle cut wendy off, and mcflurry silently poured both herself and the doctor a cup, dunking in tea bags and offering it to wendy over the kitchen counter. "mc... mc." mcflurry attempts to start, but there's a dead tired look in her eyes, like she just doesn't like looking at wendy as a person. still, she charges on. "i-i don't know what... what happened. or who you a-are as, a, mcperson. but..." mcflurry took a seat on a high chair at her counter, facing wendy with an unreadable expression once more. "i suppose... this is a step in the right direction. o-of sorts. mc. but." and then the a/c blasted forth — or maybe a window was open and a breeze blew in. or maybe the freezer snuck open. it's not entirely certain, but the room got colder, and mcflurry barely notices, still pinning wendy down with those ice-cold eyes. "why... why did it happen, doctor olson?" [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
