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is that a motherfucking homestuck reference in the year of our lord 2018

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[It's a photograph of herself unlike any she's ever once seen before. Of course it is. Her family had a portrait done once, and of course, Comstock had wanted to publicize her, but those were different. Formal, composed. Every factor in those photos had been meticulously chosen and arranged-- especially when it came to her later ones. The little lady who made Columbia fly, they'd called her, and she'd glared down into the camera, cold as ice and hard as diamonds, daring them all to try and call her that to her face. Those photographs and videos were as much a challenge as anything, another obstacle to fret over and overcome.

This isn't that.

This is candid, for starters, which is something she'd never normally allow. She's smiling, her hair is down, and oh, she looks so terribly soft, soft and weak and vulnerable. Not the icy figure she wants to cut, so terribly inhuman and distant, but rather a person, who laughs at startling remarks and has to hide her face to salvage it.

She remembers that moment. She can't recall the joke; she just remembers the shock of the unexpected, dry humor elevated and twisted into something that she couldn't help but laugh at. Not drunk, no-- but maybe a little intoxicated on who was with her. Delighting in something even faux-intimate, after being starved of her Robert for so long.

Why had he taken a photo like that?

She stares at it for a long while, and then, carefully, saves it to her own phone.]

How many other candids do you have of me?