cw: emeto mention

or, and i know this might be so shocking for anyone to consider, perhaps it has nothing to do with me being an afterthought of paul's "taste in men" and everything to do with trying to take care of things for me as best he could

( out from her fingers, before she can pretend the joke doesn't grate — doesn't graze up against the cuts and scrapes that had opened under resculpt's fingertips, prying its hands into her insecurities, her faults — when the joke hinges on minimalizing her. how funny it must be for stupid little alina starkov to think anything has ever been solely and strictly about her. )

i'm not feeling well enough for visitors
maybe after i stop spewing my breakfast every time i try