[She says it with a casual shrug, like it hadn't been the very bane of her existence since she'd been old enough to think coherent thoughts. In childhood Drearburh and been terrifying, awful. The stuff of fucking nightmares. It never really got much better, if she was entirely honest with herself.]
My mom just dropped in one day, right down the middle of the central shaft in a dragchute and a shitty old haz suit. It was out of power by the time she landed, which obviously meant she was fucked. It'd all been sucked away by a biocontainer she'd been carrying, inside of which was newborn me. No one knows where she came from, either. Which - you've gotta admit - is cool and mysterious as hell. Or you know, would have been if she hadn't gone and died, and left me stuck in that tomb with a bunch of decaying old nuns.
[Her tone is devoid of bitterness as she stares down into the amber liquid in front of her; these are old hurts, their colours faded and bleached away like bones left out in the sun too long. She still knows the size and shape of them, but they're not raw, not something she can't easily look upon.]
A bunch of the old nun-adepts managed to call back her ghost, but she just screamed Gideon! at them, three times. Then fled. So they guessed Gideon must be yours truly. I got taken on as like, the tiniest bondswoman ever. And that's where I stayed, though not for lack of trying to get the hell out.
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[She says it with a casual shrug, like it hadn't been the very bane of her existence since she'd been old enough to think coherent thoughts. In childhood Drearburh and been terrifying, awful. The stuff of fucking nightmares. It never really got much better, if she was entirely honest with herself.]
My mom just dropped in one day, right down the middle of the central shaft in a dragchute and a shitty old haz suit. It was out of power by the time she landed, which obviously meant she was fucked. It'd all been sucked away by a biocontainer she'd been carrying, inside of which was newborn me. No one knows where she came from, either. Which - you've gotta admit - is cool and mysterious as hell. Or you know, would have been if she hadn't gone and died, and left me stuck in that tomb with a bunch of decaying old nuns.
[Her tone is devoid of bitterness as she stares down into the amber liquid in front of her; these are old hurts, their colours faded and bleached away like bones left out in the sun too long. She still knows the size and shape of them, but they're not raw, not something she can't easily look upon.]
A bunch of the old nun-adepts managed to call back her ghost, but she just screamed Gideon! at them, three times. Then fled. So they guessed Gideon must be yours truly. I got taken on as like, the tiniest bondswoman ever. And that's where I stayed, though not for lack of trying to get the hell out.