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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (61b/?)
Date: 2016-05-20 02:58 pm (UTC)“What are you two doing?” Lucinda asks, unties the end of her braid, starts combing it out. She can see dirt swirling around the drain--was she really that dusty?
“Nothing,” Runner says. “Nothing at all.”
“Keep your hands off each other,” Lucinda warns. “I don’t wanna hear it.”
“We weren't doing anything,” Drummer insists.
“Right,” Lucinda replies. “I definitely believe you. It’s not at all like you two have a history of doing this.”
“We weren’t doing anything!” Drummer insists again. “And even if we were, we wouldn’t be now.”
“Good,” Lucinda replies.
Photo is actually singing now, off-key and reedy, but with a lot of feeling. Watch is humming along, loudly, like she’s trying to drown out Photo.
Siri is still quiet.
Lucinda starts combing her fingers through her hair--god it’s tangled, she needs to do this more often--reminds herself not to think about the fact Siri is naked.
It works for all of five seconds, before she tips her face up, directly into the spray of water, to try to banish thoughts of--well, she’s seen them all naked, before, when this all began. Tries not to think about Siri, naked, in the stall next to her. Tries to focus back in on her hands, picking apart knots, and her raven between her feet, doing her best to be in the way. Refocusing doesn’t really work, and her hands falter to a stop as Siri starts half-singing along with Photo, tune breathy and barely audible.
Her bird pecks her foot, and she shakes her off.
“Oy,” she grumbles. “Cut it out.”
Watch’s shower turns off, and her feet slap on the wet floor as she--gets dressed, maybe, the sound of wet fabric on wet fabric, soft huff of disgust. Photo’s turns off, too, and she drops back to humming instead of singing. Drummer and Runner finish a moment later, dress behind their curtain.
When they leave, it’s just Lucinda and Siri and the bird left in the showers.
Lucinda scrubs herself down as best she can, with no soap, tips forward to wash the back of her head, turns to rinse her back. Her bird continues to hop around her feet, splash her wings in the puddle, chase eddies of water around the drain.
Siri finished her shower, next, and pauses a long moment to wring out her clothes before getting dressed. Lucinda watches, Siri’s arms sticking up over the wall, pulling her shirt on, stretching towards the ceiling. She looks stronger than she did even a few months ago, in the Fort, even carrying only her own things this whole time.
“I’ll be out in a few minutes,” Lucinda says, before Siri can ask. “Hair,” she offers as an explanation.
“I’ll try to keep them all from mutiny,” Siri laughs.
“There's a restaurant down the street, tell them to go eat,” Lucinda suggests. Siri stops outside the curtain, and Lucinda is aware of how she’s standing, facing toward Siri, hip cocked, arms above her head as she tries to dig a knot on the top of her head apart. Open. Exposed.
It’s been a long time since she’s been uncomfortable being naked around others.
“I’ll be done in just a bit, I’m just having trouble with my hair.” She smiles, laughs. Her bird hops toward the curtain, ducks under it to follow Siri out of the building.