#fearne not padding her thoughts on imogen's powers cos she thinks they're cool ESPECIALLY if they're a little evil is Something To Me

[yashley]

aesthetic and fledgling tenderness aside, imogen and fearne really make me sit up simply for the fact I think their potential is so entwined in a internal way I'm unsure if they realize. imogen, with all of her conviction and apprehension, her fear and self-doubt and self-hate, the remorse and guilt that plagues her deeply rooted in the aftermath when she dips into her powers. she can’t savor the edge she has because she’s always been told, from stiff, polite expressions to outright grimaces, that her powers are what makes her... evil. her powers cast her out, her powers isolated her, her powers cost her her mother and shattered her father. imogen can’t even sleep without the promise of rest if her powers decide to torment her, she can’t even relax without her powers slipping from her control and she could hurt someone. she is a cage and she’s chained herself up out of fear, out of conviction, out of this iron will that she won’t allow herself to be swallowed by her storm.

and then you just have these little moments of natural reflex. imogen triggers a potentially fatal trap on opponents. once. twice. three times? imogen casually tosses a bomb towards other adversaries. not as an intimidation tactic, but as a casually brutal solution to an inconvenience. she has these sways of morality and these dabbing desires that nearly align with the nefarious tilt of her powers, she’s responding naturally and yet actively denying that her nature could also align with her powers.

and then fear and denial and splintering desire for control meets..... affable recklessness and brazen freedom. imogen meets someone who genuinely has no interest in the same way her own actions display. it’s not... malicious, per se? oh surely they wouldn’t do anything completely Evil, but... let’s roll the dice. let's see this “boundary” and see just how much inching until it’s not in our way anymore. fearne can do what imogen can’t let herself do, she can act now and not think later and not have her entire worth be questioned or care if her presence is cast out. fearne representing to imogen what it’d be like to act on every impulse without questioning her own character or doubt herself or fearing herself. imogen can witness fearne behave in a way she always told herself she would never steep so low to be and yet watch as fearne is smiling. imogen having all of the darkest, hurtful thoughts tearing her apart and watching as fearne glides along the precipice as graceful as she’s careless, as violent as she’s curious. for once in imogen’s life she doesn’t have someone damning her for her powers or checking her for her morality. and it’s like fearne is naturally the chaotic language imogen has always known but has never been able to speak. fearne not bringing out the best of imogen but bringing out the most ok.