( not sarcasm, though it's gently flavoured with habitual edge; she hates helplessness almost as much as idleness. neither suit her for long, especially as she chafes against the perception of her own vulnerability even as she occasionally falls prey to it.
this is a strange, scary place; it offends her sensibility to stay scared of it. if you don't like something, she's always reasoned, look at it differently. change it.
her methods are sometimes suspect, but there you go. )
Wish I had my uncle's crowbar. People are very polite when you're holding one of those.
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( not sarcasm, though it's gently flavoured with habitual edge; she hates helplessness almost as much as idleness. neither suit her for long, especially as she chafes against the perception of her own vulnerability even as she occasionally falls prey to it.
this is a strange, scary place; it offends her sensibility to stay scared of it. if you don't like something, she's always reasoned, look at it differently. change it.
her methods are sometimes suspect, but there you go. )
Wish I had my uncle's crowbar. People are very polite when you're holding one of those.