The opera dissipates and yet it leaves behind remnants in the unfamiliar clothes that still hang from CT's frame. Exhausted and emotionally drained, CT sinks to the ground where she stands and sits in a sea of brown and fawn fabric, pooling around her like a vortex trying to drag her down, swallow her up. With one hand flat against the ground even through the material, and the other tucked into her lap, she lets her head fall lazily against her shoulder and stares into the flickering blaze of the campfire.
She's so fucking tired.
NHIE
"Never have I ever had a dad," is CT's offering to the game, after she's had a little while to decompress. "Not for tragic reasons, or anything, my moms were just very, very much gay."
Agent Connecticut / CT | OTA + NHIE
Aftermath
The opera dissipates and yet it leaves behind remnants in the unfamiliar clothes that still hang from CT's frame. Exhausted and emotionally drained, CT sinks to the ground where she stands and sits in a sea of brown and fawn fabric, pooling around her like a vortex trying to drag her down, swallow her up. With one hand flat against the ground even through the material, and the other tucked into her lap, she lets her head fall lazily against her shoulder and stares into the flickering blaze of the campfire.
She's so fucking tired.
NHIE
"Never have I ever had a dad," is CT's offering to the game, after she's had a little while to decompress. "Not for tragic reasons, or anything, my moms were just very, very much gay."