What she says: I’m okay.
What she means: oh my holy JUST LOOK AT THEM GOSH THEY’RE EVEN HOTTER TOGETHER THAN I COULD EVER IMAGINE AHH LET ME CRY AND HUG THEM AND MAKE ‘EM MARRY EACH OTHER COME ON WHY ARE THEY SO FREAKING PERFECT IS IT EVEN LEGAL OH DAMN IT I ADORE THEM
So how old were you Snafu? For both girl and guy? Actually, how old are you guys right now?
Snafu: I was, um…sixteen, I think, when I lost the v-card. Eighteen with my first guy. Twenty-three today. You, Gene?
Sledge: I’m, uh…turning 21 real soon.
Snafu: Holy shit, get outta here, you’re not even legal drinking age?! Fuck, that’s adorable. Wait, wait a minute, what with the time we spent on these fuckup islands…an’ the time what’s passed since…that means…
Sledge: Yes, yes I enlisted as soon as I turned eighteen. And would have done it a lot sooner, for all my shiny patriotism, lied on my enlistment form just like Sid, but my father wouldn’t hear of it. Because of the heart disease and all.
She couldn’t understand why she’d come back, why she had dipped her hand through the screen of the television to try and silence Gangas’ words. Even though her heart was fluttering against her ribcage, as the screen rippled like water, the faint pull against her hand inviting. She had still passed through the screen, returning to the one place that had haunted her dreams since Ganga materialized.
Her hand clenched the fabric over her heart, willing it to calm its frantic pace. Hearing soft whispers in her mind as Ganga attempted to calm her breathing, to return it to its normal pace, where she wasn’t concerned with the looming threat of collapsing under her own weight. To her, it felt as though the fog was pressing in around her, wanting to crush her like an insect on stone. The only thing keeping her steady being the phantom hand against her back.
Soft footsteps tore her mind away from her panic, red eyes darting around the fog as she bit into the flesh of her lip, briefly tasting copper before Ganga’s hand disappeared, replaced by a constricting feeling he had grown used to, when the Persona wanted to try and act as a shield without taking a physical form. It was little comfort, exhaustion flaring through her bones as she manages to speak, cursing the way her voice trembled with each word.
sometimes i feel like i should be traveling the world or sitting around my parent’s home figuring it out and casually looking at jobs. but i don’t have the money or the means to travel right now, and i adore my parents but living with them drives me legally insane. i meditated for awhile on whether or not i wanted to make this post but yannow what, it’s my blog and my life and i eventually am gonna wanna journal all this but i don’t have the time right now so even if i delete it later i want to have all of this out there somewhere so i can go back and reference it.
but what i do have is an area i adore living. even though it’s kind of scary to be alone and a “real adult,“ i’m kind of surprised when i catch myself feeling this happy, especially because i think i have it really set up right now….