Dividing Line.
Characters: Cancer?...? (catatonicanon) and Crow (moonlit-mirage).
Date/Time: Early morning, Saturday.
Location: Access Point.
Rating: PG? G?
Summary: WE HAS A SKIRTS Unwitting fish meet the butterfly pinned behind the glass. Possible meta.
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"Are you stupid? I don't wanna be the princess. Skirts are itchy."
"But you're a g--"
"And all they do is get torn up and caught on stuff, and wait a second! I bet you want me in a skirt 'cause then it'd be easier for you to catch me, 'cause you're a sore lower, right?"
"That's not--"
"Well, you be the princess! I'm not gonna do it! Here!"
For a while, she'd been the princess, locked up in crystal, pretty flowing dress suspended around her, and a tacky sign cautioning something to the extent of "Don't tap on the glass". Did he want to play it that way? It seemed he did. Well, she could play it that way too. It had been a while since she had her hair cut properly--usually she just chopped away at it with a knife until it achieved madman status. She'd even 'dyed' it just right: though still rainbow, it actually made sense.
As such, she perched on one of the knotted roots of the giant oak tree, surrounded by rainbow colored locks. And for a change, her clothes left no room for a gender debate.
Date/Time: Early morning, Saturday.
Location: Access Point.
Rating: PG? G?
Summary: WE HAS A SKIRTS Unwitting fish meet the butterfly pinned behind the glass. Possible meta.
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"Are you stupid? I don't wanna be the princess. Skirts are itchy."
"But you're a g--"
"And all they do is get torn up and caught on stuff, and wait a second! I bet you want me in a skirt 'cause then it'd be easier for you to catch me, 'cause you're a sore lower, right?"
"That's not--"
"Well, you be the princess! I'm not gonna do it! Here!"
For a while, she'd been the princess, locked up in crystal, pretty flowing dress suspended around her, and a tacky sign cautioning something to the extent of "Don't tap on the glass". Did he want to play it that way? It seemed he did. Well, she could play it that way too. It had been a while since she had her hair cut properly--usually she just chopped away at it with a knife until it achieved madman status. She'd even 'dyed' it just right: though still rainbow, it actually made sense.
As such, she perched on one of the knotted roots of the giant oak tree, surrounded by rainbow colored locks. And for a change, her clothes left no room for a gender debate.