Post "The Truth," pre colonization. Scully centric.
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The Tallest Woman in the World
-The tallest woman in the world is the one with only bones and muscle, sinew and tendon.-
The high heels are gone now, thrown into the puzzle of her old life and substituted for worn sneakers, nondescript and they blend into the crowd, just like she vowed she never would.
-The tallest woman in the world is the one who spins ice and whispers fire and everyone listens and she never breaks a sweat.-
Red hair was unique, it made her special. Now it's a dark brown, and it contrasts with her pale skin. Brown majority, blonde minority, red mutation. She rather liked the red.
She walks with her head down now.
-She is rumored to carry fate in the grip of her gun.-
He is too tall for her, and knows it. He avoids her whenever possible, because now the strength is only in her eyes, and they have been trained to avert from other's glances. He told her to run away and she hasn't, has, can, can't, but hates herself and him all the same.
-It is simmering fury and a self satisfaction that comes with pride and knowledge. It is hers, it is hers alone. It is her.-
When a man runs into her in the street, doesn't stop, doesn't say sorry, she begins to run. She runs faster than she ever has, if only to break the flow of people and show someone, anyone, that once she was more important than they could ever know.