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     “do they have makeup for metal prosthetic legs? they should. or maybe i can just paint over all the stickers on my leg with grey nail polish.”

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     “i borrowed some makeup from the store i live by to cover up this damn black eye. i think i did a pretty good job- considering i don’t wear makeup at all.”

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    “ah?” he stops - puzzled if he was being mistaken     for a brother of his yet again. realization was quick     to settle, however. “oh! you mean this?”

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     “yes, yes!” she’s so excited now- her hands reaching out to take his own. she gives them a firm shake and keeps hold of them even as she continues speaking. this must be so strange to him- though it is so normal to her. “you! your name?”

[hividy-blog]

           At those words, Lucienne’s smile seemed to glow, emanating kindness as her delicate fingers were carefully woven together with Emmie’s.  There was something she found so pure about the girl– something that others might miss at the fault of their own hasty judgments. And yet, it made her sad, and she couldn’t easily determine why, neglecting to continue poking and prodding at the feeling for fear of turning it over and finding something ugly underneath.

                      “  … let’s just stay together. if we’re together, we’ll be invincible.  “

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     her words made emmie chuckle- she was such a silly girl. however, she smiled at this, showing her dumb, brace filled mouth. she happily squeezed at lucienne’s hand which had taken hold of hers, as well, but had frowned slightly at the sight of her own hand. luci was so nice and soft- and clean. emmie had cuts and bruises, as well as her nails being bitten down wright to the nubs. this was not going to upset her mood- she was right back to smiling.

     “alright- i promise. i’m not going to leave you any time soon.”

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   “ah – here ! let me help with that!” insisting, he     rushes to her aid; hands having just barely caught     the bags from toppling over. though perhaps he      had underestimated, as he falters from the hefty     weight. “aha…t-that was a close call, wasn’t it?”

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     how did she ever get money to actually buy food? her sister, of course. emmie had no job, and she certainly wasn’t going to steal from her dad again- she didn’t want to end up that way again. the bag was heavy in her hands and what had made it worse was tripping over her own prosthetic leg, causing her to almost falling. but soon enough someone else rushed toward her, taking hold of her arm and her bag. she stood back up and stared upwards at the other (being 4′10″ really sucked), a blank expression on her face.

     “thanks- uh... are you helping me with my bags? i can carry it. probably.”

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     she’s biting down on her nails, a habit she had ever since she could remember. it’s a nervous habit of hers- one she does when stressing out or scared out of her wits over something. she bits down hard on one finger and actually begins to bleed, but she only wipes the blood on her shirt, not caring for the stain.

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            Her smile was warm, understanding, and Lucienne raised her head to meet her girlfriend’s gaze with kind eyes. It wasn’t fair– how roughed up she always seemed to get. Emmie, in her own eyes, was a girl to be treated with gentle care ; she needed to know that she was loved.

                       “  sorry–  i just … feel like i need to keep you safe …  “

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     actual affection- not just something gross and sexual? genuine soft affection? it made emmie’s cheeks burn red with embarrassment and she looked down to the ground, staring at the small patterns of the carpet floor. she gently squeezed at luci’s hand and smiled as she did so.

     “i need to keep you safe, too. how can we keep each other safe?”

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            With a delicate, almost mothering touch, the girl reached out to her company again, lightly caressing the raised patch of discolored skin.  she wore a somber expression, one that betrayed her inner feelings of concern.

                        “  how can i not worry–?   you’re always getting into trouble…  “

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     emmie had never felt a motherly touch all her life- someone handling her with such care was new to her, and it surprised the poor girl. she took her own hand and held onto the girl’s, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

     “i’m told that enough by my sister, i don’t need my girlfriend to tell me it too.”

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@hividy

     when the hand gently touched at her swollen and bruised eye, she flinched and begun to shrink away, frowning at this. her voice was soft and hardly there, as she wrapped her arms around herself- trying to get any warmth she could.

     “i’m fine- you know, you worry too much.”

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     emmie never knew the word transgender until her sister told her about it. emmie just knew she hated being called a boy, using he/him pronouns, and being called by her dead name. she started wearing dresses sometimes and told her sister about this, and beatrice was glad to explain it and helped emmie in any way she could

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     emmie has scars on her body. her prosthetic leg stops mid thigh and there u can see many cuts and scrapes. she also has cuts on her wrists, going up to her elbows, and she doesnt care if anyone ever does see them, because if they ask she just doesnt answer. on her back she has many burn marks and scars, too.

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        “ Nope! Just wanted to know if you were okay with it. ”

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     “depends on what we do, i guess.” she’s already moving her arm to wrap around his waist, palm resting against his hip.

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     heres a photo of what emmies prosthetic leg pretty much looks like.

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i love annoying people with my gross daughter

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     私は手コキを与えるミス。

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     aww, how sweet~. i dare you! kiss me again! ~ and i thought you were crazy. …not saying you completely aren’t because you still kinda seem to be…? i mean…. sorry about that.

     also, uhm. i never got your name. 

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     [she has to get on her tippy toes just to kiss his cheek! but she did it, and she’s proud of herself.]

     i’m told that a lot- you saying it doesn’t really bother me. ‘m emmie! who are you?

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     “one time i got suspended from school because i told my teacher i wouldn’t hesitate to shove my heel up his ass and through his throat.”