[ to be fair, none of them were living in a world where they'd ever consider fucking each other. then again, ishmael doesn't really see herself fucking around with the other sinners either. she's too much of a hater, and apparently people still think that she's still attached to queequeg and the people who'd left her behind at sea.
which isn't really false. ishmael won't be able to forget queequeg anytime soon, even with the loss of her headband. after all, her own hair is enough to serve as a reminder of what she should be doing right now instead of feeling sorry for herself like heathcliff here. doesn't help the fact that heath is almost as built as queequeg and have half as much scars as she did, but...
she puts her mug of coffee back on the table, and just... nudges his shoulder with hers, like she's helping him snap out of his melancholy somehow. ]
Aren't I what? Out with it. This isn't like you, Heathcliff. It's just me.
[ just ishmael, the woman who he can't help but raise his voice and fists at in every opportunity. he shouldn't let their state of undress stop him from doing just that. ]
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which isn't really false. ishmael won't be able to forget queequeg anytime soon, even with the loss of her headband. after all, her own hair is enough to serve as a reminder of what she should be doing right now instead of feeling sorry for herself like heathcliff here. doesn't help the fact that heath is almost as built as queequeg and have half as much scars as she did, but...
she puts her mug of coffee back on the table, and just... nudges his shoulder with hers, like she's helping him snap out of his melancholy somehow. ]
Aren't I what? Out with it. This isn't like you, Heathcliff. It's just me.
[ just ishmael, the woman who he can't help but raise his voice and fists at in every opportunity. he shouldn't let their state of undress stop him from doing just that. ]