Don't ask about the people I've been seeing here, then.
( Flippant, like one of them didn't murder her, isn't the threat she was describing before. Like he didn't target Cosima and Sarah just because he knew what they were to her.
She should tell Beth that she isn't a clone, that they aren't really sisters. Cosima and Alison and Sarah, they hadn't known, and they just took her in and they—
Well, frankly she had a bunch of arguments with them and all parties had reasons to dislike her. She was obnoxious, but they'd still adopted her and taken her in, and for a while thinking she was a clone, of them, that these were the people she shared genetics with and not the shit show of her real family, it had been such a relief. It made her feel like maybe she wasn't something Frankenstein stitched together.
Biological family, not real. This still felt like real family.
She misses Alison. Ali reminded her of Artemisia Gentilesci; underestimated, doubted, but so powerful and accomplished. They both overcame so much, and she didn't doubt that Gentileschi's and Ali's were equal. Granted, she's not sure the images of murder and brutality fit Ali so well, (there's a lot she doesn't know about Alison Hendrix) but the strong women and Biblical themes, and the contrast and the strength in all those paintings, and Gentileschi being so accomplished... that all seemed to fit Ali.
They're all art and poetry and different elements thrown together, and Sarissa adores them all, and she's not sure it's okay to say all that. She's tried a few times, clumsily, but it's not really her place, is it? And once she leaves this place, she'll never see them again.
She and Beth have that in common, although she's under no illusions she's had it worse than Beth. )
If you promise to give her a chance, I'll tell you more about Georgia. Expecting you to flick a switch and be fine with Sarah'd be weird, or the switch could just flip right back. We ain't bleedin'... emotionless toaster... things. ( A snap of her fingers, ) Automatrons, that's the word.
( Wouldn't she just love that. A life where she didn't care about Paul, about Art-- about her sisters. It could be a very different life. It would still be a life that she could lead.
But there's no point dwelling in 'what if's, is there? What's done is done. Beth Childs is dead, for whatever good or harm it might have ultimately done. )
I'll try, I really will. It's- We all do stupid things when we're desperate, I guess. ( Lord knows she's done enough of them herself.
And she tries to make her voice sound a little lighter, a little less serious as she continues. ) But you've got to give me the good stuff, deal?
It'd be nice. Guess we gotta deal with being human and the bloody... resplendent bag of dicks that entails.
( A heavy sigh. She doesn't really know how to talk to Beth, but she doesn't know how to talk to most people much of the time. She's got the suspicion that's the case for most people, deep down, just some are better at faking it until they make it than others. )
Sure. You wanna know about proposing via crossword puzzle, or should I just skip to how she faked her death and me getting arrested for murder?
( When she'd asked Sarissa to expand on her tragic dating history she had expected maybe a cheating scandal at worst, honestly. Beth had wanted a distraction, but was expecting the phone call equivalent of a trashy gossip magazine. But Sarissa drops 'faked her death' and suddenly this all gets a whole lot more interesting than Beth could ever have expected.
Low key it's a little nice that she's not got the most disastrous relationship history in the history of the clones, too, but that's neither here nor there. )
Now you've got me, because a crossword puzzle is cute as hell but how am I supposed to focus on that when there's an honest-to-God set up story waiting?
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( Flippant, like one of them didn't murder her, isn't the threat she was describing before. Like he didn't target Cosima and Sarah just because he knew what they were to her.
She should tell Beth that she isn't a clone, that they aren't really sisters. Cosima and Alison and Sarah, they hadn't known, and they just took her in and they—
Well, frankly she had a bunch of arguments with them and all parties had reasons to dislike her. She was obnoxious, but they'd still adopted her and taken her in, and for a while thinking she was a clone, of them, that these were the people she shared genetics with and not the shit show of her real family, it had been such a relief. It made her feel like maybe she wasn't something Frankenstein stitched together.
Biological family, not real. This still felt like real family.
She misses Alison. Ali reminded her of Artemisia Gentilesci; underestimated, doubted, but so powerful and accomplished. They both overcame so much, and she didn't doubt that Gentileschi's and Ali's were equal. Granted, she's not sure the images of murder and brutality fit Ali so well, (there's a lot she doesn't know about Alison Hendrix) but the strong women and Biblical themes, and the contrast and the strength in all those paintings, and Gentileschi being so accomplished... that all seemed to fit Ali.
They're all art and poetry and different elements thrown together, and Sarissa adores them all, and she's not sure it's okay to say all that. She's tried a few times, clumsily, but it's not really her place, is it? And once she leaves this place, she'll never see them again.
She and Beth have that in common, although she's under no illusions she's had it worse than Beth. )
If you promise to give her a chance, I'll tell you more about Georgia. Expecting you to flick a switch and be fine with Sarah'd be weird, or the switch could just flip right back. We ain't bleedin'... emotionless toaster... things. ( A snap of her fingers, ) Automatrons, that's the word.
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( Wouldn't she just love that. A life where she didn't care about Paul, about Art-- about her sisters. It could be a very different life. It would still be a life that she could lead.
But there's no point dwelling in 'what if's, is there? What's done is done. Beth Childs is dead, for whatever good or harm it might have ultimately done. )
I'll try, I really will. It's- We all do stupid things when we're desperate, I guess. ( Lord knows she's done enough of them herself.
And she tries to make her voice sound a little lighter, a little less serious as she continues. ) But you've got to give me the good stuff, deal?
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( A heavy sigh. She doesn't really know how to talk to Beth, but she doesn't know how to talk to most people much of the time. She's got the suspicion that's the case for most people, deep down, just some are better at faking it until they make it than others. )
Sure. You wanna know about proposing via crossword puzzle, or should I just skip to how she faked her death and me getting arrested for murder?
no subject
( When she'd asked Sarissa to expand on her tragic dating history she had expected maybe a cheating scandal at worst, honestly. Beth had wanted a distraction, but was expecting the phone call equivalent of a trashy gossip magazine. But Sarissa drops 'faked her death' and suddenly this all gets a whole lot more interesting than Beth could ever have expected.
Low key it's a little nice that she's not got the most disastrous relationship history in the history of the clones, too, but that's neither here nor there. )
Now you've got me, because a crossword puzzle is cute as hell but how am I supposed to focus on that when there's an honest-to-God set up story waiting?