a/n: title comes from Edie Bicknell and The New Bohemian's song "What I Am" and serves as inspiration for the story. written for the diversity in writing challenge.
In accordance with Zuzana's current innate desire for a sense of routine that helped soothe the pins and needles pricking at her skin, she had put puppeteering to the side to get a part time job to fund her ability for art (was this what selling out felt like?); who would've thought that a sense of stability that wasn't constantly disrupted by an otherworldly presence forcing her to leave the comfort of her home was something wild Zuzana would want?
Karou, bless her beautiful blue head, had made life a little more difficult that Zuzana expected, even if it was fun as hell to be reminded of one's own fragile humanity; Zuzana wanted a break to just be herself, just a girl who existed to make art, love her boyfriend and her friends and family, without losing her sanity to the seraphim apocalypse?
...But she had to admit, he memories of pulsating adrenaline caused by paranormal oddities, inexplicable to anyone who hadn't been there would fuel her art for decades to come, a welcome respite to what would've otherwise been a life condemned to monotony, which was Zuzana's worst fear come to life; maybe she could decide how she felt about what she went through later, when she wasn't plagued with indecision and the reality of needing to pay rent!