poleaxed: gent (than fade away)
joan dority is a problem. ([personal profile] poleaxed) wrote 2024-08-19 12:50 am (UTC)

Joan just lets herself float in the water for a hundred count. In a world without clocks, she's begun counting time by her breaths, counting up one on every inhale and exhale. She'd like to luxuriate in the water for hours, but Hap's patience isn't infinite, or very long at that. She sits up eventually and scrubs her body as hard as she can, wishing she had a fucking loofah or something. The corner of her towel does just as well, until her body is red and her hair is clean for the first time in what feels like years.

The water is a soupy shade of brown when she gets out of it. The sum total of months (maybe a year?) of suffering adds up to sweat and dirt in a few gallons of water, and come swirling in the drain. She washes herself up, dries off as best she can, and tries to catch Hap's eye as he looks in on her. "You a peeping Tom, now? Seems kinda beneath you."

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