dedikated: (ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴀʀ)
kate galloway; ([personal profile] dedikated) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs 2017-01-23 11:32 pm (UTC)

( Anyone with a good eye, or the sense to realise what's going on around them. Nearly everyone's dealing with some form of twisted, mad reflection of themselves or their loved ones. But then, it's hard to get out of your own head - Kate can barely manage it, with the echoes of what she could have, should have done better; how things could have been prevented if she'd paid more attention, or found their doubles earlier.

She's pulled out of it enough with Rosie's words about her hand, enough to flinch. That. Yeah. Nasty. She doesn't need to imagine. She's seen things like that before. The only way to prevent an injury becoming worse. Straight up torture. Appendages sliced clean off.

(She used to panic so much more, when she was younger. Now, most of her phobia's a dull ache in the back of her mind, only screaming when she can't get away, when it's the people she cares about most that are in danger and bleeding out-)

And then there's that question. One that gets a snort. She likes the gods - or at least Hope - more now, thinks they really are generally honest. But that doesn't mean they're always good to them. Or even often good to them. )


Doesn't sound like it. ( She watches enough of the conversations on the network when the gods post to get an idea of things. ) Can't even get clothes right half the time. ( You ever found jeans with a third leg hole, Rosie? 'Cause Kate has. )

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