Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fridgetothefire) wrote2013-07-19 10:20 pm
fridgetothefire) wrote2013-07-19 10:20 pm
Entry tags:
- actions have consequences,
- alex is okay,
- alex will be last against the wall,
- bag of cats,
- btw sorry i gave you space aids,
- charles you aren't my real mom,
- daddy i need advice,
- how do boys,
- i am going to win this chess game,
- lies of omission do not exist,
- love me and despair,
- lua is out of her depth,
- more daddy issues than anna freud,
- real magic can never be made with,
- someone else's liver,
- teenage angst powers activate,
- the mask is welded to my face
019 ☣ Open!
[Public Spam]
[She works with her hands a lot, now that she's in the maintenance crew. But there's a difference between fixing things and making things, and her occasional forays into invention in Aeris Navem left her itching to create again. Rather than indulging her inner engineer - who has a tendency to slide a little too easily from 'productive' to 'pragmatic' to 'paranoid' - Anya has her knitting bag out again, clacking plastic needles and all. She sets up in a common room, listening to conversation and people watching comfortably.
She's into her second skein when she abruptly realizes the design she's been replicating on some subconscious impulse: a dark blue and charcoal grey sweater with a herringbone pattern, subtle night camouflage for Cassel the cat burglar on nights when frigid high-altitude winds sliced through the floating city like razorwire. She groans heavily and flings her ball of yarn across the room in moment of pique. Which is a terrible idea, because now she has to collect and rewind the damn thing.]
[Spam for Erik]
[She wears a polka-dot dress because the line of it reminds her a little of the kinds of things she wore in Bargewell, with jeans and a comfy cardigan to hide her scars. She knocks on Erik's door and shifts from foot to foot. Her heart pounds faster than she wants it to, and she doesn't have to fake being nervous.]
[Spam for Lua, backdated to right after this thread.]
[When the conversation finally ends, she - doesn't run. She wants to, badly, but there are too many people who might want to waylay her if they saw her do that, and it would be out of concern, but she only wants one person right now. She leaves her communicator behind and walks briskly, deliberately to Lua's room, the only sign of her feelings a small tightness in her jaw. Once she's in her warden's room, her hands start to shake.]
Lua...oh god. I almost...
[And then she's crying.]
[Private to Alex, video]
[It's a little while after Alex and Raven's very public thread. Long enough to take a breather, short enough for Alex to still be pissed. Anya looks...uncertain. Not quite nervous, although her fingers are a little fidgety.]
So...what's the deal with Raven?
[Text to Charles, a few days after Raven's arrival.]
I'd like to talk to you sometime. Maybe tea again? Let me know if that's okay.
[She works with her hands a lot, now that she's in the maintenance crew. But there's a difference between fixing things and making things, and her occasional forays into invention in Aeris Navem left her itching to create again. Rather than indulging her inner engineer - who has a tendency to slide a little too easily from 'productive' to 'pragmatic' to 'paranoid' - Anya has her knitting bag out again, clacking plastic needles and all. She sets up in a common room, listening to conversation and people watching comfortably.
She's into her second skein when she abruptly realizes the design she's been replicating on some subconscious impulse: a dark blue and charcoal grey sweater with a herringbone pattern, subtle night camouflage for Cassel the cat burglar on nights when frigid high-altitude winds sliced through the floating city like razorwire. She groans heavily and flings her ball of yarn across the room in moment of pique. Which is a terrible idea, because now she has to collect and rewind the damn thing.]
[Spam for Erik]
[She wears a polka-dot dress because the line of it reminds her a little of the kinds of things she wore in Bargewell, with jeans and a comfy cardigan to hide her scars. She knocks on Erik's door and shifts from foot to foot. Her heart pounds faster than she wants it to, and she doesn't have to fake being nervous.]
[Spam for Lua, backdated to right after this thread.]
[When the conversation finally ends, she - doesn't run. She wants to, badly, but there are too many people who might want to waylay her if they saw her do that, and it would be out of concern, but she only wants one person right now. She leaves her communicator behind and walks briskly, deliberately to Lua's room, the only sign of her feelings a small tightness in her jaw. Once she's in her warden's room, her hands start to shake.]
Lua...oh god. I almost...
[And then she's crying.]
[Private to Alex, video]
[It's a little while after Alex and Raven's very public thread. Long enough to take a breather, short enough for Alex to still be pissed. Anya looks...uncertain. Not quite nervous, although her fingers are a little fidgety.]
So...what's the deal with Raven?
[Text to Charles, a few days after Raven's arrival.]
I'd like to talk to you sometime. Maybe tea again? Let me know if that's okay.