Nah. I stayed a scrappy little shit and everyone else kept the stick up their asses. Even in the fuckin' military, where y'know, being a fighty bitch who doesn't take people's shit was kind of the whole point.
[ Seriously, what did they expect? Fucking ridiculous.
The teacher sighs, and the present South's shoulders tighten another notch. She knows exactly what's about to come out of her mouth and whilst it's not going to sting as much as it did back then, that doesn't mean she wants to hear it. Let alone with someone else here.
"Natasha..." The teacher pinches her brow. "Why can't you be more like your brother?"
The expression on younger South's face drops, for a second; all of that anger is replaced by a stunned sort of look, like she can't believe the words that just came out of the adult's mouth. The classroom dissolves into snickers and her features harden, again, as she throws glares towards the culprits, clutching her belongings tight to her chest.
The first fucking time an adult said it to her face.
Her brother wasn't even in this class, but everyone knew who the teacher was talking about. There never had been any escaping the association, even back then, even when it hadn't bothered her as much.
Here on the rig her feelings are more complicated by the day, but there's still no separating the two. Though, Rowena's a new face, so she might not know, might not have seen the equally tall blonde man who shares half her features, or at least not made the connection yet. Not that it means much, it's always a matter of 'when', not 'if', and there's nothing like having your memories shared to speed up the 'when'. ]
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[ South snorts, shaking her head. ]
Nah. I stayed a scrappy little shit and everyone else kept the stick up their asses. Even in the fuckin' military, where y'know, being a fighty bitch who doesn't take people's shit was kind of the whole point.
[ Seriously, what did they expect? Fucking ridiculous.
The teacher sighs, and the present South's shoulders tighten another notch. She knows exactly what's about to come out of her mouth and whilst it's not going to sting as much as it did back then, that doesn't mean she wants to hear it. Let alone with someone else here.
"Natasha..." The teacher pinches her brow. "Why can't you be more like your brother?"
The expression on younger South's face drops, for a second; all of that anger is replaced by a stunned sort of look, like she can't believe the words that just came out of the adult's mouth. The classroom dissolves into snickers and her features harden, again, as she throws glares towards the culprits, clutching her belongings tight to her chest.
The first fucking time an adult said it to her face.
Her brother wasn't even in this class, but everyone knew who the teacher was talking about. There never had been any escaping the association, even back then, even when it hadn't bothered her as much.
Here on the rig her feelings are more complicated by the day, but there's still no separating the two. Though, Rowena's a new face, so she might not know, might not have seen the equally tall blonde man who shares half her features, or at least not made the connection yet. Not that it means much, it's always a matter of 'when', not 'if', and there's nothing like having your memories shared to speed up the 'when'. ]