[ her eyes narrow. like there's something about him that she can't possibly imagine would make him compatible with the idea of power. it's rude, she realizes, to be assuming anything about someone she can't even see. but he's tall enough that she just thought he couldn't have ever had a womb.
nevertheless, the focus should be on what he's sharing with her. she is silent for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. what he wants from her. her skin hums. ]
I think holding it in hurts worse, for me. That's what I always tried.
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[ her eyes narrow. like there's something about him that she can't possibly imagine would make him compatible with the idea of power. it's rude, she realizes, to be assuming anything about someone she can't even see. but he's tall enough that she just thought he couldn't have ever had a womb.
nevertheless, the focus should be on what he's sharing with her. she is silent for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. what he wants from her. her skin hums. ]
I think holding it in hurts worse, for me. That's what I always tried.