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Characters: Jessica + Anyone interested
Date: Present day, present time
Summary: Homesickness + Denial + Magic Dirt = an exciting new feature on the landscape!
Warnings: Mild angstmuffinry?
So, magic dirt. You grab some, you think about the thing you want, and boom, done! Woo.
At least, that's the theory. Possibly it was a bad idea for Jessica to try to develop something while she's stressed and freaking out because the full weight of her situation finally hit. Because now, she keeps trying to make something fortressy, but all she comes up with are things from home.
Beige wallpaper.
A soft peach couch with frayed arms and an old antimacassar.
The carpeted stairs with a stubborn purple stain.
A varnished wooden board with pegs bearing leashes.
She frowns, furrowing her brow, and tries to will everything to take the shape her brain wants, not the shape her heart does. Mind over matter, right? Right.
Stone, thick and solid.
A tower, tall enough to see all the Gardens.
Off-white painted walls with a border of pink flowers.
A desk with a lamp attached, and a built-in holder for pens.
A window with yellow blinds, sunlight streaming in.
No, no, no, stop it!
Her room ignores the orders, sweeping up and over her.
There's a stone tower in the garden, with a window at the top. There's a fully-furnished bedroom inside.
There's a Jessica seated on the bed, hugging a pillow and crying.
Date: Present day, present time
Summary: Homesickness + Denial + Magic Dirt = an exciting new feature on the landscape!
Warnings: Mild angstmuffinry?
So, magic dirt. You grab some, you think about the thing you want, and boom, done! Woo.
At least, that's the theory. Possibly it was a bad idea for Jessica to try to develop something while she's stressed and freaking out because the full weight of her situation finally hit. Because now, she keeps trying to make something fortressy, but all she comes up with are things from home.
Beige wallpaper.
A soft peach couch with frayed arms and an old antimacassar.
The carpeted stairs with a stubborn purple stain.
A varnished wooden board with pegs bearing leashes.
She frowns, furrowing her brow, and tries to will everything to take the shape her brain wants, not the shape her heart does. Mind over matter, right? Right.
Stone, thick and solid.
A tower, tall enough to see all the Gardens.
Off-white painted walls with a border of pink flowers.
A desk with a lamp attached, and a built-in holder for pens.
A window with yellow blinds, sunlight streaming in.
No, no, no, stop it!
Her room ignores the orders, sweeping up and over her.
There's a stone tower in the garden, with a window at the top. There's a fully-furnished bedroom inside.
There's a Jessica seated on the bed, hugging a pillow and crying.
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