... Rumi caught sight of her hair. The disappointment followed immediately, dropping like a stone in her stomach, tugging everything around it downwards. They had changed the color and styling again—this time to a strawberry blonde, long and wavy. It felt almost like an insult to give her long hair again and not put it into a braid. She had always worn it that way—prior to the cybernetics—and she had always preferred the purple color that they once let her choose, years ago when she was still training. She didn’t get any choice now.
am i using the exact same quote for this afterimage of a lightning strike fanart as last time? yes. is it because im absolutely fixated on the way this fic explores loss of bodily autonomy through rumi? also yes. anyway i am once again commanding you to read afterimage by @dreampaladin!!!!!!
