something about being me. being an alter, who, pre-syscovery, thought shey were an extremely spiritual fictionkin. i will never really lose that part of me, no matter how much i realize how my source ties into our trauma, how much i realize that i am also an introject.
i am a snowfur fictionkin.
i am a snowfur introject.
i am printofic.
i am snowfur, i am me, and i wouldn't trade that for the world.
How much do snowfur-fur coats go for? I’ll do 450.
*The owner of the shop gives a sharp nod* "That'll do." *He slips the cash offered up into an old-timey register, the bell ringing softly as he does.*
*He scans the younger man as he drapes the coat, elegant, soft, and white with black stripes, over his shoulders.* "This fur is a beauty, really. Well cared for. Nice to see the kids these days aren't all wimps."
*He gives a look of approval.*
