(Not So) Temporary
“It’s funny,” Chikage said, “how people think you have class.” She ran her fingers through Toichi’s hair as she laid beside him.
Toichi laughed against her chest. “You did,” he said, looking at her through his eyelashes.
“For all of five minutes until we had an actual conversation,” Chikage said. She tugged his hair lightly. Toichi grinned at her, smug as ever. “Your class is as much an illusion as any of your tricks.”
“Harsh. How ever shall my heart recover from such a scathing review.” He pretended to swoon even though he was already lying down.
Sometimes Chikage wondered why she humored him. He was ridiculous. She tugged his hair again, a bit harsher, and he snuggled into it like a friendly dog.
“You like my classlessness.”
“Hm.” For a while there, she’d thought they hadn’t had anything in common, just a vapid surface attraction. A bit of whirlwind romance, a little unwise horizontal tangoing, and then she fully expected him to be out of her system. Unfortunately, he’d charmed her against her better judgment.
“If I asked you to marry me, milady?” Toichi asked, catching her hand just to kiss the back of it. Like he’d done the week before. And the week before that.
He was as persistent as he was dramatic. Chikage should tell him no. Instead, she tugged her hand free. “I’d tell you to ask again another time. Maybe then your luck would be better.”
“Ah, but I will have to charm Lady Luck herself at this rate,” Toichi teased. He gave a kiss to the closest bit of skin, which happened to be her breast.
Chikage unceremoniously shoved him off. Afterglow was over, back to business. “I wish you all the good fortune in trying,” she said as she looked for her underwear.
Toichi watched her shamelessly, a half-smile on his lips. “Shall we head to Prague next? There’s a nice theater there I can perform at.”
“And Prague has nothing to do with a recently bought moonstone pendant,” Chikage said.
“Well, I imagined it might catch your interest.”
“Our interest.” He seemed intent on becoming a thief as well. Sometimes she wondered if he was romancing her just to steal all her skills. Still, if that was the case, he didn’t need to ask for marriage every other week. Sometimes she truly didn’t understand him. “Prague sounds nice.”
Toichi grinned, open and joyful. It made him much more attractive than the suave mystery he kept going for. Honestly, if she were to ever say that, she bet he’d be too embarrassed to show his real emotions to her face again.
Chikage really should cut him off and go back to her life alone.
If only he wasn’t so good in bed.
A warm arm caught her round the middle as she tried to get her bra back on. “If we’re headed in the same direction, we could just share a room…”
“Not today, Romeo. Put your pants on.” His underwear were shoved into his face unrepentantly. Chikage enjoyed his sputtering.
She wasn’t going to say yes to his proposals. Not anytime soon anyway. He was persistent and annoying and flattering and terrible all at the same time. It would be stupid to go for him, especially when he didn’t have much to give in return. He was a magician, famous, yes, but not old money. Not something stable and safe and sane to choose if she ever gave up her life as a thief.
“One more kiss for the road?” Toichi asked, already taking a kiss at the knob of her spine between her shoulder blades.
Chikage elbowed him for the presumptuousness. “I have packing to do,” she said. “And so do you if you’re serious about Prague.” She turned around and flicked him between the eyebrows. He pouted like a child. He probably could have wrapped adults around his fingers as a child. Pick pockets while no one would even suspect the wide-eyed, beautiful child right in front of them. Chikage would know; she used that sort of thing to her advantage before. “Goodnight, Toichi.”
“Goodnight, My Lady,” he said, letting go.
At least he respected when she was serious. She’d have cut him out already by now if he didn’t, good in bed or not. If he was using her to learn her skills, she supposed she could use him right back. A magician’s skillset would go well with what she already had in her arsenal. Chikage knew better than to fall for someone who piled mask upon mask to make themselves bigger and brighter and nicer than they really were, just like she did. She’d just let this play a bit further. Until it stopped being fun. That was surely fine, right?
(She gets pregnant two months later. Chikage had a choice then. She made it. And Phantom Lady had a quiet retirement)
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hey. look at that! they figured out a framing device, good for them.
ok no that sounds really snarky but I really like how the episode ends with both sisters about to get a bigger picture of the night of the fire (Osha, already prone to visions, diving into the Force under the helmet, and Mae hearing Sol's side of the story), as a lead in to the flashback. I know there's been a lot of theories floated around that Sol/someone manipulated Osha's memories....but I actually think the flashback episode is presented as being true to life. I think if this was meant to be on a tight Osha perspective (with a fundamentally altered memory), I don't think we'd have also gotten scenes that she had no way of witnessing, like the conversations between Aniseya and Koril, or the advisors scene after the girls have been sent to bed. And I don't think whoever manipulated her memories would have left in the part where she hears the scream from the coven, as presumably they're killed. Like that seems like a big clue you'd try to remove if you were trying to convince someone that a bunch of people died in a fire and not in some single concentrated act.
so I do think that the next episode will be the same way: roughly everything on screen is as it really happened, an objective version, but given their current orientations to the truth, it will change the twins' perspective in different ways. Osha has been completely trusting of Sol and blaming Mae: finding out Sol was more at fault that she believes could shift her vengeful anger onto him (and make it easy to manipulate her into a darker turn). Mae blames the four Jedi, but might understand their perspective better (because I'm still on team the Jedi 'thought they were doing the right thing' and made mistakes but were generally acting defensively, rather than in cold-blood slaughter 🙄) and be willing to forgive.
But yeah, this double framing device actually works for me. Almost makes up for not having one last flashback episode.
Anyway now it is time to ✨log tf off✨ because it is a long weekend, I think I need to stop theorizing before I spin myself off into chaos, I'm pretty confident with my general expectations, if not the details — but I should stop overthinking this...and also some of the theories floating around are ✨upsetting me.✨(...Vernestra/Indara/Sol as the Sith master, any variation of 'the Jedi came to Brendok to purposefully cold-blooded massacre the coven, no nuance' (there's a bunch of variants of that I'll be really disappointed if they end up being true), Qimir is Imri (stahp), Sol broke Osha's brain and that's why she can't use the Force (reddit, she's seen struggling before she even meets Sol, what are you even doing—), Indara faked her own death for some reason, etc etc.) And that means it's time for a break! Touch grass! Or....tree. Lake. I'm going to go look at a lake. Peace, see you next week
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With your parents being annoying… I can hear the feeling of intrusion and I don’t know your relationship… but as a mother let me tell you: you carry a peace of your heart outside your body… a call every two weeks would kill me … just to get a perspective for the other side. The problem is usually when they don’t care :). It is hard to find the mix between distance and closeness especially when trying to find your own way in the world. Overprotectiveness can be crushing… but trust me, it was much much easier to be mad at my parents before I had a kid of my own 😄😄🙈 again, not telling you what to feel and I am sure you guys will figure out some way
you’re right, you don’t know our relationship which makes this an unbelievably disrespectful and honestly downright cruel message to send.
she is the one who does not call me for upwards of a month at a time. i honestly can’t remember the last time she called me first. it’s all me. she barely remembers she has another kid and when she does she switches to being possessive and invasive to ‘make up for it’ or whatever. she doesn’t fucking care most of the time. and that’s not worse, this is not better, it all fucking sucks. the only thing im trying to balance is my parents’ continued degree of financial control over my life vs how badly it harms me to continue to have contact with them.
also, if she wanted more frequent contact she could’ve tried idk not abusing me. that might’ve helped. the cptsd makes it a little fucking hard to prioritize having a chat with her, what with her literally almost killing me several times and all. i may be a piece of her heart outside her body or what the fuck ever but she sure as hell didn’t let that stop her from destroying me as a person and blaming me for it. maybe if the idea of not hearing from your kid however often you want bothers you start with ‘don’t be abusive’ and go from there. im making plans for my first kid at the moment and i cannot fathom a world where having that child is going to make me anything but more angry at them for the shit they did to me.
not that you’re entitled to any of that information. just thought you might be jolted out of whatever rosy parents can do no wrong world you live in where there can’t possibly be a fucking reason aside from ‘oh surely this stranger doesn’t get why someone’s mom might want to hear from them’ that someone might not be fucking thrilled to call their mother. i cannot begin to describe how invasive and upsetting a message this was to get when i have already been having a difficult weekend regarding being triggered about this shit.
‘i can hear the feeling of intrusion and i dont know your relationship’ so you know this was wrong to say, then? listen to that feeling next time. it’s your fucking conscience and it might keep you from lecturing the next fucking abuse victim about how they’re probably hurting their abusers’ poor feelings and they just don’t get a mother’s love and how it feels or whatever. fuck off and go to hell.
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update on doaa’s campaign!
if i could get your attention for a second- i’ll make this quick. i have posted before about doaa’s campaign, here is a longer post with more info. this is a verified campaign.
basically doaa @dodoomar12345 and her 5 year old autistic son omar are currently in egypt after fleeing the war and genocide earlier in the year. omar is non verbal and has been severely traumatized by the war. treatment and special schooling is very expensive, and like many other gazan refugees doaa was forced to leave with very little.
thanks to your support she was able to raise enough money to buy a new sewing machine so she can restart her sewing business in egypt and have a source of income! below are photos she sent me which she asked me to post ❤️
however, she still needs help. when she evacuated gaza, her husband stayed behind. understandably she's extremely worried for him, and her son omar is very attached to him and is suffering a lot without him there. i can only imagine how difficult it is trying to care for a young autistic child completely by yourself, worried that your entire family could die at any second.
please help doaa raise enough money to evacuate her husband when its possible. this will also help support her parents and six siblings who are still trapped in gaza.
its really amazing that through your participation in this campaign doaa was able to reopen her business and start rebuilding her life after war and destruction. she and her family still really need help though. please keep participating in this campaign! your donations really make a difference
52 SEK = $5 USD
104 SEK = $10 USD
261 SEK = $25 USD
1044 SEK = $100 USD
kr164,544 SEK raised of kr300,000
(converted to USD- $15,878 USD out of $28,730 USD)
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