adult incubus heat, day one. choker cracked. meds are doing... some of the job. the person who raised me used to say 'breathe through it' whenever my magic got bad. i am breathing. i am also very, very tired of only breathing through things. question for the room: if someone teaches you what tenderness is, then starts avoiding you the second you grow into wanting it back, are they scared of you? or scared they might want it too? be nice. she's not cruel. i'm just not a kid anymore.