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unrequited platonic interest, part 1
Mar. 15th, 2020 01:51 amrating: t
word count: 5000
fandom: steampocalypse: a post-apocalyptic fantasy steampunk 'verse
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"how am i supposed to tell if i'm feeling someone else's emotions?" aaren used to ask her mother when she was very young.
"you'll be able to tell," her mother said. "it should be obvious."
aaren used to pout about that, because she wasn't expressing magic from birth, the way full-blood elves did, but instead the human way, getting more powerful and sensitive as she got older, and she'd used to feel very slow and sloppy and left out and wrong.
"i don't think i can tell," aaren used to say. "all the emotions i'm feeling feel like mine."
"they might be, then," her mother said, and, still infuriatingly cryptic, "you'd be able to tell."
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word count: 5000
fandom: steampocalypse: a post-apocalyptic fantasy steampunk 'verse
"how am i supposed to tell if i'm feeling someone else's emotions?" aaren used to ask her mother when she was very young.
"you'll be able to tell," her mother said. "it should be obvious."
aaren used to pout about that, because she wasn't expressing magic from birth, the way full-blood elves did, but instead the human way, getting more powerful and sensitive as she got older, and she'd used to feel very slow and sloppy and left out and wrong.
"i don't think i can tell," aaren used to say. "all the emotions i'm feeling feel like mine."
"they might be, then," her mother said, and, still infuriatingly cryptic, "you'd be able to tell."
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