[Anna blinks (or winks, she guesses) and just stares at Violet for a second or two.]
No. I've got 20 vision. Jesus, Vi, I didn't think you were so into this whole thing.
[while she talks, she works at the eyepatch, and she really hopes Violet appreciates the level of trust she's showing right now. it'll probably go over her head, but, like, will it, though? she's fucking smart. Anna needs to give her more credit. whatever. point is that her eyepatch is now off her face and resting on the counter, and the only thing covering her empty socket and sagging eyelid is her hair.]
Oh. That's because I wasn't. I never thought about it until the other day.
[ it's fun to develop hyperfixations! ]
Sure thing.
[ she drawls the phrase in a singsong, like it's a sitcom catchphrase... and if she's surprised anna's asking her to do this, she doesn't show it.
Anyway. She pinches the eye decisively in the fingertips of one hand, leans in close, pushes anna's upper eyelid up, slides the eye partway in, pushes anna's lower eyelid down, slides the eye the rest of the way in, lets go, and steps back. ]
I'm not sure why you asked me to do that. How does it feel?
[the whole process is... uncomfortable seems like a good word. there's resistance from her eyelid but not nearly as much as there should be anymore; it's almost like her body doesn't want someone's fingers that close to the socket or something. her hand balls up against the counter while Violet works, and despite herself, she ends up gnawing on her lower lip as it goes in. it's not painful, it doesn't hurt, but. christ this is not something she ever wanted to do herself, and it's not something she wanted someone else to do, but this is her life now.]
[when Violet's done, Anna's a little too shaken by the process to be her normal acerbic self about it.]
Thanks. [her hand relaxes and she turns to the mirror to see how she looks, and it's. she likes it, but she can't bring herself to say it, really. her eyelid has something to work with, so it's not sagging as badly, but it's still not doing great. really, she can't focus on much else but what just happened.]
You know the way it feels when you shove a glass eye into an empty eye socket? [it's a weak jab.] I couldn't do that myself.
I think they make suction rods for easier insertion and removal. "Easier" is probably the wrong word. I think they make suction rods for less direct insertion and removal. But I'm not sure where to get them. You might just have to leave it in forever. Are the dimensions right?
[Anna looks around with muscles that are still synchronized, as though it's going to help in the slightest. the glass eye, predictably, doesn't move, since it hasn't really been attached to anything and it's just kind of being. held in there. but it doesn't feel profoundly uncomfortable.]
Right enough? It's an eye. They're probably all the same size. I'm not an anime character or anything.
[she reaches for the eyepatch again, but she's taking her time putting it back on; it's hanging in her hand. the kintsugi-style lines catch her good eye, and she really can't deny that it looks pretty fucking sick. not as sick as having two eyes, but this is a good replacement.]
If I leave it in forever, that might not be the worst thing in the world. Unless I do decide to switch to the other ones. For style, or whatever.
Haha. You might be surprised. Transverse diameter, axial diameter, sagittal diameter. Overall orbital volume. Quirks. On the other hand. You're not wrong. There's a pretty narrow range of sizes and shapes. Regardless of other demographic characteristics. Even what we consider to be the full range of human eye colors is all varying densities of the exact same pigment. Compared to things like height, body habitus, hair texture, craniofacial structure, and elastic tissues-- Eyes don't really change. A great equalizer. Who would've thought.
If you want to take it back out and don't want to make yourself do it, give me a call. If I don't answer, call my boyfriend. He has a key to my place. If he doesn't answer, I guess call the fire department.
[ violet won't push anna to open the two remaining eggs, but for the record, the "eyes" they contain are as follows: one resembles a terrarium, with tiny, multicolored faux succulents on a bed of white sand. the other comes the closest to looking like the classic type of eyeball, but the blue iris is the wings of a tiny butterfly, and the pupil is its minuscule black body; the "sclera" is an opaque backing of the palest gray. the butterfly died of natural causes, though you can't exactly tell by looking. ]
[and Anna blinks again, and it's not a fluid motion but it is with both her eyes, at least.]
Yeah. Hey, Vi? Thank you. Like, for real. [she's not about to grow emotions now, in a public bathroom a few days after a brain stole her eye, but she can be grateful, at least.] You ever need anything that you think I'd be good for, I owe you one.
[she knows that she has no idea what she's promising. but she might as well promise it anyway.]
[this is awkward. but she's had worse conversations with worse people, and honestly, she's pretty chill with Vi right now.]
You ever wanna come over just to hang out or whatever, let me know. You can probably come up with some pretty interesting shit to do since I can't get wasted anymore.
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No. I've got 20 vision. Jesus, Vi, I didn't think you were so into this whole thing.
[while she talks, she works at the eyepatch, and she really hopes Violet appreciates the level of trust she's showing right now. it'll probably go over her head, but, like, will it, though? she's fucking smart. Anna needs to give her more credit. whatever. point is that her eyepatch is now off her face and resting on the counter, and the only thing covering her empty socket and sagging eyelid is her hair.]
You want to do the honors?
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I never thought about it until the other day.
[ it's fun to develop hyperfixations! ]
Sure thing.
[ she drawls the phrase in a singsong, like it's a sitcom catchphrase... and if she's surprised anna's asking her to do this, she doesn't show it.
Anyway. She pinches the eye decisively in the fingertips of one hand, leans in close, pushes anna's upper eyelid up, slides the eye partway in, pushes anna's lower eyelid down, slides the eye the rest of the way in, lets go, and steps back. ]
I'm not sure why you asked me to do that.
How does it feel?
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[when Violet's done, Anna's a little too shaken by the process to be her normal acerbic self about it.]
Thanks. [her hand relaxes and she turns to the mirror to see how she looks, and it's. she likes it, but she can't bring herself to say it, really. her eyelid has something to work with, so it's not sagging as badly, but it's still not doing great. really, she can't focus on much else but what just happened.]
You know the way it feels when you shove a glass eye into an empty eye socket? [it's a weak jab.] I couldn't do that myself.
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Mmmmmm.
I think they make suction rods for easier insertion and removal.
"Easier" is probably the wrong word.
I think they make suction rods for less direct insertion and removal.
But I'm not sure where to get them.
You might just have to leave it in forever.
Are the dimensions right?
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Right enough? It's an eye. They're probably all the same size. I'm not an anime character or anything.
[she reaches for the eyepatch again, but she's taking her time putting it back on; it's hanging in her hand. the kintsugi-style lines catch her good eye, and she really can't deny that it looks pretty fucking sick. not as sick as having two eyes, but this is a good replacement.]
If I leave it in forever, that might not be the worst thing in the world. Unless I do decide to switch to the other ones. For style, or whatever.
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You might be surprised.
Transverse diameter, axial diameter, sagittal diameter. Overall orbital volume. Quirks.
On the other hand. You're not wrong.
There's a pretty narrow range of sizes and shapes. Regardless of other demographic characteristics.
Even what we consider to be the full range of human eye colors is all varying densities of the exact same pigment.
Compared to things like height, body habitus, hair texture, craniofacial structure, and elastic tissues--
Eyes don't really change. A great equalizer.
Who would've thought.
If you want to take it back out and don't want to make yourself do it, give me a call.
If I don't answer, call my boyfriend. He has a key to my place.
If he doesn't answer, I guess call the fire department.
[ violet won't push anna to open the two remaining eggs, but for the record, the "eyes" they contain are as follows: one resembles a terrarium, with tiny, multicolored faux succulents on a bed of white sand. the other comes the closest to looking like the classic type of eyeball, but the blue iris is the wings of a tiny butterfly, and the pupil is its minuscule black body; the "sclera" is an opaque backing of the palest gray. the butterfly died of natural causes, though you can't exactly tell by looking. ]
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Yeah. Hey, Vi? Thank you. Like, for real. [she's not about to grow emotions now, in a public bathroom a few days after a brain stole her eye, but she can be grateful, at least.] You ever need anything that you think I'd be good for, I owe you one.
[she knows that she has no idea what she's promising. but she might as well promise it anyway.]
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I'll keep it in mind.
[ she'll have forgotten by the time she gets home. ]
Sorry you needed it. But they were fun to make. Thanks for letting me.
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[this is awkward. but she's had worse conversations with worse people, and honestly, she's pretty chill with Vi right now.]
You ever wanna come over just to hang out or whatever, let me know. You can probably come up with some pretty interesting shit to do since I can't get wasted anymore.