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she would never watch something with that Japanese of a nameDid Lily confuse Digimon with Oshi no Ko?
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Money is tight. Video with Courtney has been released from the paywall.Nobody is ever abused 100% of the time. Abusers can behave themselves for a while, and it's those times where things are good (or just bearable) that can often fuck with your thoughts. In some cases, simply the mere memory of having once loved them (or maybe you still love them) causes a person to feel conflicted.
I've been through this. One of my abusers it was very difficult to both accept what they'd done to me and accept that they were too young to really be responsible for what they were doing, and it's because I could vividly remember a time where they'd meant everything to me.
The Sith Resurgence - Cherish
Rey stepped into the kitchen to find Aliana at the counter, fumbling with the caf distiller. By the looks of it, something wasn't working right, as Aliana was growing increasingly agitated.
"C'mon," she muttered, almost helplessly. "Just work. I'm so tired..."
Rey came up behind her and wrapped their arms around Aliana's waist, eliciting a tiny jolt from their wife. "Distiller on the fritz again?"
Aliana relaxed against them and sighed in frustration. "Yeah. Won't turn on."
"I'll fix it," Rey said softly, kissing Aliana's hair.
"Thank you," Aliana sighed. "...Woman today?"
Rey nodded.
"Got it."
Rey stood there, her hands running over Aliana's bare stomach. Her skin was always so smooth and soft no matter what conditions she was put through. Aliana could trudge through a desert for a week and still come home looking like she was fresh out of the bath. It had to be the Force. Some secret of the Dark Side that Aliana had used to achieve eternal beauty, and definitely not the seven skincare products that were lined around the jet-tub. Those were just for show, she was certain of it.
Her hand then stilled as it brushed over the single rough patch just below her navel. A patch of low-grade synthskin, practically invisible to the eye but always apparent whenever Rey touched it. A cold reminder of one of the worst days of her life.
During the war, Rey and Aliana had battled the Knights of Ren on the Supremacy. Rey had foolishly left her guard open and was incapacitated. But just before the Knight could strike a killing blow, Aliana had thrown her lightsaber to stop it. Though this saved Rey's life, it had left Aliana open to be impaled through the stomach by Kylo Ren. Rey had never felt more terror in her life than when she saw her wife fall. Aliana had been seriously injured that day. She needed a cybernetic leg, but his lightsaber had severed her spinal cord and also required a cybernetic replacement. Aliana was comatose for four months while she recovered.
Rey had nearly lost the woman she loved most in this galaxy that day. Worse even, during her coma she had been forced to confront just how poorly she had been treating her up to that point. She promised herself, and Alie once she had woken up, that things would be better. That she would be better. It was a miracle that Aliana survived, and she wasn't going to waste that miracle.
Alas, Aliana was determined to leave her mark on the galaxy. To pull the Sith from the ashes of extinction and create a better life for the Outer Rim. It was a dangerous life, being the Dark Lady, and she embraced it. Rey admired that. Admired the way Alie went above and beyond for her people. Admired the way she loved the galaxy. Admired the fortitude and will to face down Imperial politics every single day. But at the same time it worried her. She was afraid. Afraid of the next stray blaster bolt or slugthrower bullet. Afraid of the next coup or uprising.
Afraid of the fact that in an instant, Alie could be gone.
Her arms tightened around her wife's waist, pulling her closer and taking a whiff of her scent. Nutmeg. She always smelled like nutmeg. Like a bakery, just off the heels of making a fresh batch of ginger sweet rolls. It was soothing. Grounding. It took her thoughts away from that grim paranoia.
Aliana reached back and gently stroked her cheek, and Rey was overcome with a protective instinct so potent she actually whimpered.
"...You okay?" Aliana asked, her fingers lingering in Rey's side-tie.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Rey whispered, pressing a kiss to Aliana's cheek. "Just... thinking."
"About what?"
"About how precious you are to me," Rey whispered. "About how I'd do anything to keep something like the Supremacy from happening again."
There was a small gasp and the hand on Rey's cheek pressed more firmly. "Rey, I'm alright. I'm still here."
"I know, I just... you're the Dark Lady. You're a galactic figure. You're a target," Rey said softly. "I can't help but be afraid..."
"Rey..."
"I know that you can take care of yourself. I know that you're the most skilled Force user in the galaxy," Rey murmured into Aliana's neck. "But at the same time... I want to hold you close and put myself between you and the galaxy. I want to protect what I cherish the most. I don't want to see you hurt again. By anyone."
Aliana felt her eyes sting. Rey's words, practically whispered into her ear, pulled at something deep within her. "Rey I... I'm touched..."
Rey lifted her head. "Really? You don't find that... demeaning?"
"No, I think it's beautiful," Aliana said softly, turning in her arms to face her. "I... being the Dark Lady is second nature. I've been the Dark Lady since I was a kid. But it's not me. It's what I need to be. If I hadn't been that person, I'd have been dead a long time ago. I don't like being Darth Amorosa. She's cold, harsh, and she can't show weakness to anyone or they might stab her in the back."
Rey knew this. She knew Darth Amorosa was a mask Aliana developed when she was a teenager to survive without her mother. She'd seen her don the mask in front of others, and the shift was jarring the first time she witnessed it. She hid her true self from the rest of the galaxy, but with Rey she had always shown it. It was Amorosa that she hid from Rey.
But she hadn't known that it caused her so much stress.
"I can't show anyone that I might be vulnerable or emotional... but I am those things. I have to let others think their insults and accusations just bounce off of me, but they don't," Aliana said, laying her head against Rey's chest. "But I don't have to be Amorosa here. I don't have to shrug everything off. I don't have to pretend I don't feel anything. You make it safe to be vulnerable because I know you won't hurt me."
Rey gasped softly, squeezing Aliana tightly and laying her head against Aliana's hair. "Alie... you should be able to feel safe everywhere."
"I know... but I don't..." Aliana sniffled, nuzzling into Rey's tunic. "Darth Amorosa is a mask I'm glad to be rid of when I'm home with my family. And I think I'd quite like to just curl up and be protected from the galaxy for a while. Let someone else watch my back for me. You... make being the Dark Lady an easier burden to bear."
That did it. The tears were streaming down Rey's cheeks as she cradled her wife and gently rocked on the spot. Aliana's words prompted a new wave of feelings that made her want to say something, but she was utterly lost for words.
There was something about Aliana. She could list out everything she admired about her if she was so prompted, but there was something deeper. The mere fact of her existence that tugged at something inside Rey. The simple, indisputable truth that she was alive that, to Rey at least, was all the justification she needed to want to preserve that life by any means necessary. A deep, primal desire merely to see someone flourish and thrive.
Was this what it meant to love someone completely and utterly?
She pressed a soft, tearful kiss to Aliana's hair and very gently whispered "I love you."
"I love you too," Aliana whispered back.
They stayed like that for a moment longer, simply holding each other. Aliana allowed herself to be held. To be cherished.
Then, with tears shimmering in her eyes, she lifted her head up to look into Rey's eyes. "...Could you please fix the distiller? I really need caff," she said almost pitifully.
Rey let out a soft giggle and nodded, letting go of her. "Yeah, I'll get right on that, Kranjen. You can have whatever you want."
#bringing this one back because it was therapy in writing form
Anon asks are still off. Has been off since the weekend. Doesn’t seem to stopping Lily however.Well it's worth mentioning that if you're looking for a perfect human being when consuming Youtube Drama, you're going to be looking for a long time.
We all know Kiwi Farms is a garbage platform run by neo-nazi basement dwellers who target trans and neurodivergent people to ruin their lives to feel better about their own. Yet you will ALSO see people going "Oh they have it right THIS TIME" when Kiwi Farms goes after or helps them go after the person they have a petty dislike of.
Some of you guys have come to me to tell me that my Kiwi Farms thread has turned against Courtney, or that Poppy has a Kiwi Farms thread now, and you're doing the same thing. Making exceptions when you get a kick out of it. No. Kiwi Farms is ALWAYS bad. Information from Kiwi Farms is ALWAYS untrustworthy. Even with people you don't like. Especially with people you don't like, because that is where you're most gullible.
The truth is that Drama Youtube and Drama Twitter is not a place where sane, level-headed people go. Abusive people tend to flock toward "abuse hunting" as a way to gain social media clout. And they tend to be the ones that are particularly sadistic about it, always excited to hear new allegations against a person.
A lot of them are just in it for the sake of having a socially acceptable target to abuse. Especially if they already had a petty grudge against the target. We've all talked to death how when Youtubers get in trouble, a lot of the backlash comes from people who just want to dunk on someone from a sense of moral superiority. Yet that knowledge flies right out the window when it's YOUR petty dislike of someone.
You can spot this behaviour instantly. First with the aggressiveness with which they pursue a target. If you see a Youtuber making 8, 9, 10, 11 videos about someone, that person is probably not being genuine with you.
Two, the amount of proof they have. When creators get busted for pedophilia or sexual abuse, there's pages upon pages upon pages of screenshots of Discord/Skype/Text messages proving it. ToonKritic, Kero The Wolf, TheKingNappy, they all had this stuff. And it was so extensive they couldn't hide behind 'context.'
When someone is being slandered, you get a solemn jpeg. A big text box of someone's "testimonial" with nothing substantial. You get a document of "My experiences with X." You get conjecture and speculation about whey they're in the business they are. You get dozens and dozens and dozens and dozens of drama videos about them. They start getting piled under more and more and more accusations, all with the same solemn jpegs, despite the fact that any one of them ought to be life ruining yet they keep looking for more.
And the thing about Drama Youtube is that they will inevitably turn on each other. That doesn't make them 'suddenly good now.'
I'll be honest with you: I don't believe the accusations against Poppy. Because they come from people who are KNOWN bullshitters and all they have are solemn jpegs. Are they true? I have no fucking idea. They could be, there's always a possibility. But when people who are known liars come at me with no proof, I'm not taking that at face value.
Just stop watching Drama Youtube. Stop following drama. Stop keeping tabs on the 'latest updates' about someone. It's not good for you. It turns you into a nasty person.
And most of the people who are somewhat reputable in this sort of 'lolcow coverage sphere' like Deadwing or Smokey have no interest in Lily Orchard. I think Claw was on-stream groaning about Lily Orchard videos showing up in his recommended recently and how he just does not care about Lily Orchard. So the people who are are mostly spergs with a vendetta and care more about playing to catch a predator to ruin her rep than they do just laughing at a weirdo cartoon reviewer with bad opinions and embarrassing kinks. I think it's also worth noting that most of Lily's videos are not fun watches. There's no videos of her pulling fire alarms or arguing with people in public, it's just a lot of bad to mediocre video essays about cartoons and the fandom surrounding cartoons and it does not make for an entertaining viewing experience. All the more interesting stuff exists in the form of archives, and tumblr posts, and stuff like that.It gives me a damn headache thinking about how fucking retarded the public figures who've gone after Lily have been so far. There's a decades worth of evidence of her being a horrible person who abuses the people in her life, from Josh Scorcher, the friend she threw away because of WoW, her ex girl friends, her sister, and almost as much shit about how she's a total hack who uses her fanbase as a way to get off via flashing her underage fans, the weird tumblr sex asks, commissions of her being raped by dogs, and just general gooning and grooming, and to top it all off, incest/rape allegations from a credible source that's currently active and iirc willing to talk. And out of all of that, we got fucking Poppy and Zena, the child abusing creeps who wheeled and dealed their reputations into an early grave trying to milk blood money from abuse survivors, EOT blowing up any credibility she had to pitch shit fits about other people using her precious screenshots of publically available posts, and most other Lily content being like, heavily outdated, focused on the fact that she's an uncreative hack and therefore not really much of a threat to her, or bad. It's to the point where straight up innocent people have suffered more punishment for fake crimes they were falsely accused of than Lily has for actual federal crimes. Not to use a dead meme, but this is some clown world type tomfoolery
I think this is the main problem. If you don't like reading vague Tumblr posts, you get fanfiction, and just mid videos. I don't even think one of Claw's "This User" bingo cards would make her more fun.I think it's also worth noting that most of Lily's videos are not fun watches.
If Lio knew about Lily (Patches and the commissions are also brought up), then he never went after her for being a predator.The motherlode just dropped
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Lumi: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1G4myjLF_JSm0pIn_pmisO0uacVv7Q0TfUnw7roCkUhI/edit
Cosmic: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xiwUv54eAAvyo1FBlpL-RbqkLBrSG1Um8jQQM_iog2I/edit (archive)
Peaches: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17PPfAoLFXcND9I89T6h_RkuTR9wLNzRtXs4A2HfTiTM/edit
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The excerpt from this comes from a livestream thats is still going on at the time of writing of this
I think it's also worth noting that most of Lily's videos are not fun watches. There's no videos of her pulling fire alarms or arguing with people in public, it's just a lot of bad to mediocre video essays about cartoons and the fandom surrounding cartoons and it does not make for an entertaining viewing experience.
Cherish
Lily has all the autistic hallmarks of one of those weird "sonic and knuckles and winnie the pooh fight in my room" kinds of videos, they're just buried in her shitty writing and tumblr posts. I think Claw would get a kick out of some of the older Poke Madhouse comics, but for the most part the comic is so boring that I don't even think that would that peak his interest.I think this is the main problem. If you don't like reading vague Tumblr posts, you get fanfiction, and just mid videos. I don't even think one of Claw's "This User" bingo cards would make her more fun.
Iris and Kiera - Fear (Part 1)
CW - Violence, Near Death Experience, Implied Racism
Kiera was practically shaking. She had never been this terrified in her life. Sat in a hospital waiting room, wearing her sister's bloodstained jacket and Larisa trying in vain to comfort her, she felt like she was already at a wake.
Six hours ago, she'd gotten the call from Larisa that Iris had been shot twice by a mugger. The two of them had been out getting wine and cake to celebrate Larisa's promotion, when they'd been held at gunpoint by a man who demanded they hand over their wallets and PINs. When Iris didn't answer him about the latter, he'd shot her and ran. That's what Larisa told her at least.
Kiera hadn't stopped spiralling since. She'd rushed to meet them at the hospital, but Iris had already been wheeled into the operating room. For the next six hours Kiera had to sit in an emotional limbo, having no idea if her beloved sister was still alive or not.
If Iris died... Kiera didn't know what she'd do.
Larisa held Keira tight and kissed the top of her head. "She's going to be okay, Sunspot. She's always been a trooper."
"Please don't," Kiera whispered. "If she isn't... don't give me false hope."
Larisa winced. "I'm sorry."
Kiera leaned against her as tears slipped down her cheeks. She'd been in a state of shock since she'd gotten there. It was surreal getting news like this and not being there. One minute everything was fine and she was fixing the DVD Player for a night of celebrating, and then suddenly one phone call later and her sister might be dead.
They'd only been gone for twenty minutes.
"Mrs Morgan?"
Kiera's head snapped up to the doctor standing over her. A mixture of relief and dread dripped down her spine. "Yes?"
"We have an update for you," he said. "Your sister took two bullets to the chest. They just missed her heart, but she did puncture a lung. One of them also hit her spine, but we're not sure of the long term damage just yet."
"She's going to live?" Kiera asked.
"She's stable," the doctor said. "She's woken up a few times, but she's unresponsive and can't answer our questions."
"She's mute," Kiera said.
"That would explain a lot," the doctor nodded. "You're free to go see her, just don't touch her. She's still recovering from surgery."
"When will she be able to come home?"
"When we're certain she won't relapse," the doctor explained. "A few weeks maybe."
Kiera wiped her eyes and nodded in understanding. "Okay. Can I see her now?"
The doctor nodded. "Right this way, Mrs Morgan."
Kiera sat by Iris' bed, holding her sister's hand. Seeing her stitched up and with a tube in her nose was wrong. It wasn't supposed to happen. If one of those bullets had been a few millimetres off, Iris would be dead.
Kiera occasionally had nightmares about losing Iris. To death, to doctors, to their parents. Every time she'd woken up in a panic, and wouldn't let go of Iris for at least an hour. She wanted to cling to her right now, and it was only the fact that her sister was in excruciating pain that kept her from doing so.
"You're going to be alright," Kiera said softly. "The doctors said you're stable."
Iris' closed eyes clenched.
"I know it hurts," Kiera whispered. "They're gonna give you some morphine soon."
Iris' hand clenched around Kiera's.
"I can't believe I almost lost you. Why would a mugger just open fire like that?"
Iris' eyes opened a crack and she slowly turned her head.
"What do you mean?"
Iris struggled to lift her free hand, still attached to a pulse monitor, and weakly signed.
"He shot Lari?"
Iris nodded and signed again.
"Called her- holy shit..." Kiera whispered, squeezing Iris' hand tighter. "...You took a bullet for her."
Iris nodded.
Kiera's eyes, which she had thought were cried out by now, started to sting again. She clutched Iris' hand in both of her own and pulled it to her chest.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I don't want to lose either of you. The two of you mean everything to me."
Iris gave her a weak smile, and let out a soft, barely audible hum. The first and only actual sound Iris would ever make. And that finally sent Kiera over the edge. She laid her head down on Iris' bed and broke down into a fit of tears. The emotional bomb of not only almost losing her sister, but learning she'd come just as close to losing her wife as well was too much to handle.
She felt guilty for being so unstable. Iris was the one who was shot, not her. But she couldn't help it.
Iris weakly lifted her hand and laid it on Kiera's back, before another dose of morphine was inserted into her IV and dulled the pain enough for her to drift back off to sleep.
She’s making it a point to write more things that annoy Shifty personallyAnother vignette about Iris and Keira.
This one reads exactly like the TSR one, "what if Iris died oh my god she's so great"
She hates ride shares.Uber as a concept always seemed really fucking stupid to me, but after using it in Rochester with Mikaila...
Holy fuck you couldn't PAY me to use Uber here.
Prices changing rapidly, drivers just not accepting you, having no idea whose car you're getting into.
Me and Mikay were waiting for an hour to get an Uber back from our Valentine's date. If we'd been in Halifax, any of the three cab companies would have picked us up sooner, gotten us home faster, and for a predictable amount of money.
Fuck Uber, fuck Lyft, and whichever bonehead on the municipal government let them into Halifax is getting a bonking from me once I find out who they are.
I think Turkey Tom may be the best bet, as the Lily Orchard drama does seem like something he'd be interested in and I'm surprised that he hasn't done a video on her yet. He did briefly mention her in a video he did about the ToonKriticY2K situation so he does at least know who she is.It gives me a damn headache thinking about how fucking retarded the public figures who've gone after Lily have been so far. There's a decades worth of evidence of her being a horrible person who abuses the people in her life, from Josh Scorcher, the friend she threw away because of WoW, her ex girl friends, her sister, and almost as much shit about how she's a total hack who uses her fanbase as a way to get off via flashing her underage fans, the weird tumblr sex asks, commissions of her being raped by dogs, and just general gooning and grooming, and to top it all off, incest/rape allegations from a credible source that's currently active and iirc willing to talk. And out of all of that, we got fucking Poppy and Zena, the child abusing creeps who wheeled and dealed their reputations into an early grave trying to milk blood money from abuse survivors, EOT blowing up any credibility she had to pitch shit fits about other people using her precious screenshots of publically available posts, and most other Lily content being like, heavily outdated, focused on the fact that she's an uncreative hack and therefore not really much of a threat to her, or bad. It's to the point where straight up innocent people have suffered more punishment for fake crimes they were falsely accused of than Lily has for actual federal crimes. Not to use a dead meme, but this is some clown world type tomfoolery
This one reads exactly like the TSR one, "what if Iris die
"She's stable," the doctor said. "She's woken up a few times, but she's unresponsive and can't answer our questions."
"She's mute," Kiera said.
"That would explain a lot," the doctor nodded.
She hates ride shares.
Neither of them will learn how to drive.
"Thank you," Aliana sighed. "...Woman today?"
Rey nodded.
"Got it."
Worse even, during her coma she had been forced to confront just how poorly she had been treating her up to that point.
It was a dangerous life, being the Dark Lady, and she embraced it.
Afraid of the next stray blaster bolt or slugthrower bullet
Her arms tightened around her wife's waist, pulling her closer and taking a whiff of her scent. Nutmeg. She always smelled like nutmeg. Like a bakery, just off the heels of making a fresh batch of ginger sweet rolls. It was soothing. Grounding. It took her thoughts away from that grim paranoia.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Rey whispered, pressing a kiss to Aliana's cheek. "Just... thinking."
Rey lifted her head. "Really? You don't find that... demeaning?"
this is the worst written paragraph ive ever readRey stood there, her hands running over Aliana's bare stomach. Her skin was always so smooth and soft no matter what conditions she was put through. Aliana could trudge through a desert for a week and still come home looking like she was fresh out of the bath. It had to be the Force. Some secret of the Dark Side that Aliana had used to achieve eternal beauty, and definitely not the seven skincare products that were lined around the jet-tub. Those were just for show, she was certain of it.
lily wtf is wrong with youwearing her sister's bloodstained jacket
Part IIETA: Another vignette about Iris and Keira.
This one reads exactly like the TSR one, "what if Iris died oh my god she's so great"
ETA:Kiera stayed with Iris at the hospital for a few days before she had to return home. For the next two weeks she was on an emotional threadbare. She kept Iris' jacket on most of the time and even slept on her side of the bed, instead of the middle. Even knowing Iris was recovering, her absence was keenly felt in the house.
"I got you some tea," Larisa said, setting a cup down on the bedside table.
Kiera looked up and gave her a small smile. "Thanks."
Larisa patted her shoulder. "No problem."
As she turned to leave, Kiera reached out and grabbed her hand. She glanced back curiously to find that her wife's expression had shifted. She looked... confused.
"Lari... why didn't you tell me Iris took the bullet for you?" she asked.
Larisa tensed. "I..."
Kiera sat up and gently pulled Larisa down to sit beside her. "C'mon honey, why didn't you tell me?"
"...I didn't know how to tell you," Larisa confessed, squeezing Kiera's hand. "Iris is the most important person in the world to you. How do I tell you she got shot protecting me?"
Kiera's frown deepened. "Lari did... did you think I'd be angry with you?"
"I'm not sure. I know Iris has always come first for you, and-"
"Whoa whoa whoa, comes first? Lari, neither of you come first. You both mean the world to me," Kiera said. "I don't want to lose either of you."
Larisa's breath hitched. "...You really mean that?"
"Yes."
Larisa's eyes welled up and she gripped Kiera's hand even tighter. Though Kiera had always showered her in adoration, the bond she had with her sister was so strong that Larisa had always felt on some level like she was intruding. It had always seemed like Iris came first in Kiera's heart, and Larisa had shuddered to think what might have happened if Kiera learned Iris was hurt protecting her.
"Lari, I... I'm so sorry," Kiera whispered, reaching up and cupping her cheek.
"What are you sorry for?" Larisa asked, nonetheless leaning into Kiera's hand.
"That I ever gave you the idea that you mattered less. That I ever let you think for a minute that I'd be upset with you. I love you, Lari. And I'm sorry if I ever made you think that was conditional," Kiera said, pulling Larisa into a hug.
Larisa returned the hug eagerly as she cried softly into Kiera's shoulder. She felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off her chest. "Thank you..."
It was five weeks before Iris was cleared to leave the hospital and even then she wasn't out of the fire. She was in significant pain and burning through her Percocet prescription at an alarming rate and she relied on Kiera and Larisa to take care of her as even moving aggravated her chest.
This was especially difficult as Iris couldn't scream when she was in pain. They ended up getting her a panic button and fastening it to her palm so she could just clench her fist when she needed help.
Kiera obsessively fussed over her, jumping at the sound of Iris paging her and going full Karen on the hospital when they hemmed and hawed about giving Iris a refill on her painkillers.
It was on such a day, when Kiera was out bothering medical staff, that Larisa stepped into their bedroom to find Iris sat up in bed.
"Hey," she said softly. "Have you got a minute?"
Iris smiled at her. An affirming gesture.
Larisa sat down on the edge of the bed and laid a hand on Iris' arm. "...Thank you," she said. "For saving my life."
Iris extended her fingers and brought her thumb to her chest, tapping twice.
"That's sweet, but really. I've never had anyone do that for me before," Larisa said. "Especially not when I'm just their sister's wife, and-"
Iris frowned and shook her head, before holding up her thumb, index finger and pinkie.
Larisa blinked. "...You love me?"
Iris smiled and nodded, making a series of gestures.
You're my sister
Larisa's breath hitched. Dammit, she was going to cry again. She reached up and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "I love you too, Iris," she said, before leaning in to kiss her forehead. "I'm so glad you made it out of this."
Iris smiled and reached an arm around Larisa, giving her a weak hug. She was in so much pain and could barely move, and she had no idea if she'd make a full recovery or not.
But she had no regrets, and she'd do it again in a heartbeat.
To Be Continued
No, remember, Iris is perfectly capable of communication, she just literally refuses to communicate with anyone other than Kiera including her own parents, even when her life is on the line.Yes, because people with aphasia are incapable of communicating with others without a translator. Can't gesture. Can't even make eye contact. Just sits there like a lump (in a medical setting where the doctors need some reaction to verify whether you have a traumatic brain injury). She's got a real respectful and healthy perspective on disability.
The fact that you're deep enough into the relationship that you're married and this is something that needs to eb clarified is a major red flag."...I didn't know how to tell you," Larisa confessed, squeezing Kiera's hand. "Iris is the most important person in the world to you. How do I tell you she got shot protecting me?"
Kiera's frown deepened. "Lari did... did you think I'd be angry with you?"
"I'm not sure. I know Iris has always come first for you, and-"
"Whoa whoa whoa, comes first? Lari, neither of you come first. You both mean the world to me," Kiera said. "I don't want to lose either of you."
Larisa's breath hitched. "...You really mean that?"
No, remember, Iris is perfectly capable of communication, she just literally refuses to communicate with anyone other than Kiera including her own parents, even when her life is on the line.
t was five weeks before Iris was cleared to leave the hospital and even then she wasn't out of the fire. She was in significant pain and burning through her Percocet prescription at an alarming rate and she relied on Kiera and Larisa to take care of her as even moving aggravated her chest.
This was especially difficult as Iris couldn't scream when she was in pain. They ended up getting her a panic button and fastening it to her palm so she could just clench her fist when she needed help.
"That's sweet, but really. I've never had anyone do that for me before," Larisa said. "Especially not when I'm just their sister's wife, and-"
Larisa blinked. "...You love me?"
Iris smiled and nodded, making a series of gestures.
You're my sister