The Shape of Us
When the sickness came it struck the merchant quarter first. Most households fell ill and several merchants had died before it spread to the Seam. Time seemed to slow with all the patients my mother and Prim treated. School temporarily closed to avoid spread as much as possible. I spent most of my time hunting and gathering herbs and avoiding news.
Eventually it kills everyone it was going to kill, and everyone else gets better. The dead are burned in a mass grave out in the meadow. A few weeks after the district wide funeral mother tells us she has a meeting at the government building and we should dress nicely.
We’re ushered into a smallish windowless office with two chairs facing a large desk.
I’m confused, the baker is here, in one of the seats, and his two younger sons, eyes still wide from the shock of the death of their mother, stand behind him, their backs pressed against the wall.
Mother slides into the chair beside Mr. Mellark. I’m squeezed back against the wall behind her, between Peeta and Prim. Mother primly clasps her hands in her lap, directing a slight nod at the baker. His lips twitch up slightly on one side, then fall as he shifts his attention to the man that settles in the chair opposite them.
The man clears his throat and announces we’re at the reading of someone’s will. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard the name before. Soon I understand it’s the owner of the apothecary shop, and immediately after I realize he’s a relation, my grandfather.
I’m shocked. I never considered why my father had never traded at that shop, only that it was always a place to avoid.
Apparently the man had done well, even though he’d been widowed for some time, and no one to help him, there’s quite a hefty sum of money he’d squirreled away. He had to have been one of the richest merchants in the district.
There are stipulations to my mother taking possession of the shop and money. Something about the original terms of the bond agreement need to be fulfilled.
My mother stiffens, and Mr. Mellark grips the desk with a huge hand.
I’m trying to work out what the government man was getting at because I’m still distracted from the shock of learning I had family other than Prim and our mother all these years, plus I haven’t put together why the Mellark’s are at the reading.
Prim shoots me a worried look, clearly I missed something vital.
The man continues. Alternatively the two eldest available descendants of each initial party could substitute in place of the original contract.
Beside me Peeta inhales sharply and sways as if he’s been physically struck while his brother groans softly. Prim grips my hand with both of hers.
Mr. Mellark holds up his palm to get the man to halt the reading of my mother’s father’s expectation of the number of produced-
The man blinks, surprised at Mr. Mellark's interruption.
Mother inhales deeply and lets the breath out slowly, almost a hiss. Then turns and looks fully at Mr. Mellark. I’m not sure what their silent exchange means, but they seem to have some unspoken way of communicating. Another shock. She’s only ever mentioned him to compliment his bread, but clearly their relationship runs much much deeper.
“The original contract will be honored, the alternative isn’t necessary,” she says.
Next to me Peeta lets out a breath he’d apparently been holding, but is still… tense. He seems to be vibrating, like he’s trying to keep himself from bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Prim sags against my side and I have to brace myself to keep her from pushing me into Peeta.
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Hello!
Is there difference between blurring and blending?
For us, yeah there is.
When we’re blurring or blurry, it’s hard for us to tell who exactly is fronting. We may feel dissociated or foggy, and we can’t pinpoint who we are. In our system this tends to happen more when we’re in a brain fog, exhausted, overstimulated, or triggered, but sometimes we can feel blurry for days at a time.
Occasionally after we’ve been blurry for a while we can kind of tell who had been fronting in hindsight. Usually the memories from the time we spent blurry are vague, hazy, or just missing. It’s generally an unpleasant, disorienting experience.
However, when we’re blending, we feel like a temporary fusion of multiple headmates, which doesn’t have to be unpleasant or disorienting at all.
For example, at this moment I know I am Parker and also Cecil. We can think and act as one right now, and we are as I type this post. Neither of us are co-conscious, which is a term we use for alters who are witnessing the world and perhaps interacting with the fronters, but have no control of the body and can’t interact with the outside world. And we’re not exactly cofronting, which is a term we use for when multiple alters are working together at the front as separate entities. We’re blending, blended. I am functioning right now as Cecil-Parker combined.
Eventually one of us will leave the front and we’ll stop blending. This is a common experience for our system, but I’m not sure how common it is in DID or even plurality in general.
My apologies, but I don’t really know of any resources to link that could better explain the differences between blurring and blending… just talk a bit about our system’s experience. Perhaps our followers might have some ideas?
💫 Parker and 🖋 Cecil
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Fabrics 101: Informative Guide to Different Types of Materials
This post, it’s informative guide of fabric types, constructions and weights.
Have you ever wondered what makes fabrics so different from each other? Why do some fabrics feel soft and cozy, while others feel crisp and cool? How do fabrics affect the way we dress, decorate, and express ourselves?
Fabrics are the building blocks of the textile world, offering endless possibilities in fashion,…
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