#(bc yea izi does this a lot when upset/stressed lol)

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@steadyclips asked: quiet, sender gestures for the receiver to be quiet. — izidora! 🤫

non-verbal / action prompts

She's so fucking tired of this.

All throughout the past twenty-seven years of her life, she had never been that great at expressing herself & her feelings — among other bizarre behaviors that were rooted in trauma, according to her annoyingly insightful new therapist — but she never had an issue with anger. It came to her like second nature, held her hand & kept her trapped inside of a burning house that she no longer wanted to be in, and it was exhausting now.

Izidora Korrin Lane was tired of being angry.

But the world didn't care about how she felt. It didn't care about how other people felt, either. For what it was worth, the last seven months of her pregnancy had gone (mostly) without incident; the extent of her services going towards keeping refrigerators full, or keeping landlords away, or keeping their wounds & their babies healed, or keeping abusers away from crossing the lines of a vulnerable neighbor's apartment. All they had to do was come to Swavey's or Heirlooms, and Izidora would handle it — Tala's granddaughter & successor, their healer.

But tonight, she was here. She hadn't been needed in this way in a while, and the way the anger flooded into her body with the snap of a very thin line, everyone had felt it. All it took to keep her at bay was a look. But she was angry. They probably noticed with the way that her jaw clicks shut, her hands enclose against her forearms, minute shakes as her nails dug bloody wounds into the fat of her flesh to keep from wounding anyone else instead. What kind of mother would do that to someone?

One who cared. And even for them, she cared. Even if she didn't like them very much right now.

So she lets them shut her up. Lets them use her presence to talk themselves out of a situation that, frankly, they shouldn't have gotten themselves into in the first place. And when it was all over, the blood running lines down her arm and pitting at the ends of her nails, Izidora pulled them outside & into a grip that even rivalled Nico's, long ago.

"You don't fuckin' use me an' what I got goin' on to get no shit like that done ever again, you fuckin' hear me? — Not when I'm 'bout to have no fuckin' baby."