selkiesaoirse | Entries tagged with ! plot: age-switch

The beach is the perfect place to go as a teenager. There are lots of cute boys playing frisbee and volleyball, and the sun and sand are perfect. She's got one of Regan's bathing suits on, because naturally she wouldn't fit into any of hers, and her hair is in a braid down her back. She'd invited Luke, to get him out and about and hopefully break the weird funk that learning he's supposed to be much younger had put him in.

The pull of the sea is dull, today, probably since she's so close to it. There are seals on the rocks off to the far end of the beach, watching her, and she's certain she'll end up over there before long. For now, she's at the surf, a straight shot from their towels and the bag of beach things she'd brought along. Cu is with them, trying to entice play, and she laughs when a wave splashes up against his thick fur, making him shake hard.

Wet sand and saltwater sprays everywhere.

Saoirse wakes with a long stretch and a quiet groan. Then she wrinkles her nose. Her underwear is too tight. She reaches down to try to adjust it, but it rips a little from the strain. Her eyes shoot wide at the sound. She sits bolt upright and looks down at herself. Her night gown is short and tight on her body. Her underwear is digging into her skin. Her ankles are hanging partly off the bed.

"Mum!"

She rolls out of bed and grabs a blanket to wrap around herself.

"Mum!" she calls again, more urgently. She stomps through the house, her hair a wild mane. Cu groans curiously at her, then wines, and she makes her way downstairs.

"Mum! Someone's magicked all my stuff smaller!"

At sixteen, she's no stranger to magic, and all the various ways it can bugger with someone's life. She's lucky to have someone like Greta here, actually, who has a healthy respect — nay, fear — of most things magic.

She stops in front of her now, righteous indignation in her lanky limbs and expressive eyebrows, demanding some sort of recompense.

dated Thurs, June 2, 2016

Saoirse has been big for three days. Her friends have helped her get clothing, and she's been able to sneak into the Home to sleep in her bed, but today they've told her that she can no longer stay there if she's considered an adult by the city.

So, she's packed what she owns (that will fit) into a trash bag, and strolls down the sidewalk, dragging the bag and her small bike behind her.

She doesn't know why, but tears spring to her eyes as she walks, and she tries very hard not to let them fall. She hasn't liked the Home since coming to the city. Why is she so upset that she can't stay there?

Her stomach twists and she feels a weak sob bubble up in her throat. This isn't fair. She has nowhere to go! It's not her fault the city made her big!

She sits down abruptly, right there on the sidewalk, and pulls her coat tight around her like an armored robe. Baz was right, she realizes. Being a grownup is very stressful.

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