Log #3: Terezi

(Author's Note: thank you all for being so patient with me for not updating in. Well. Quite a while. Things have been quite hectic as of late, to say the least. But anyway, I'm back. Let's shove those other ten trolls down our AU throats.)

Again, in honesty, I had the suspicion this one would be a bit of trouble.

In fact. She found herself buried in it. I believe she took not four steps before her hips caught the edge of the table and perhaps two other objects. From there it was an absolute. Complete. Disaster.

...though I am amiable and rather patient, I don't particularly appreciate my items of possessions being broken by my, well. Patients. Accidentally or otherwise, by inhibition or otherwise.

Her mother, a kindly but, surprisingly fierce woman, had made it quite clear her daughter was indeed devastated by her recently acquired blindness. Recently being a few months or so ago. I made sure not to mention that little bit in our conversation. It may have well resulted in my own impairment; though I doubt it would have been anywhere close to my eyes.

The girl's appearance was much like that of my first patient, though I doubted it be due to not caring; actually, no. Perhaps a bit of both. Before the accident, her mother had stated her being quite adventurous, so I doubt beauty would be on the top of her things to do.

And indeed, things to do.

Our session begins with my silence, just as surprisingly. Though, again, not as surprisingly if you consider my high regard for things that I own. I manage to suppress this, however. "Ms. Pyrope, I assume you're still having trou-" I pause and watch her current activity. "Why is it that you are licking my couch."

"Wazz that?" Her raspy voice is excruciating.

"Please stop."

She gives another lick to the leather before crossing her arms in a bit of stubborn, teenage defiance. "Fine," she mutters, but instead toys with the pendant of Lady Justice around her neck, occasionally gnawing and licking on that.

"Anyway. I assume you are still having difficulty accustoming to your situation?" She looks up at some offish direction, a bit away from me. I don't say anything for the moment, but I have the feeling my wit will force me to do so.

"What, you mean my blindness?" She laughs. Maniacally, might I add. All the more excruciating. "You quacks are so fucking lame, you know?!" There's bitterness in her tone, but you wouldn't be able to notice behind the supposed, hysterical cheer.

I sigh. "May you please answer the question?"

The girl groans out of disgust. "Ugh. Yeah, it's no trip. And it hurts. Whaddya expect, I guess." She shrugs. Indeed, she doesn't seem to care about this impairment at all. Somewhat surprising. I certainly would.

In fact. Her mother stated another interesting tidbit to me, much like the second's father.

But there's a time for that. I instead trim through the tried and rather true questions of typicality. As expected, she goes through them scathingly and critically, only answering after deliberate prodding. Very. Very difficult. It's almost unbearable.

But nevertheless. Her ambition and determination intrigues me.

I suppose now would be the time to do so.

"Ms. Pyrope, or, Terezi, if I may." She mutters something along the lines of 'about time'. "Your mother has mentioned that, well. The doctor who diagnosed your impairment was unsure as to how it happened. Your family history suggests nothing of the sort. In fact, it's quite the picture of perfect health."

She grumbles. "Again with the fucking 'impairment' and shit like that. Yeah, they dunno. I really don't want them to know."

Ooh. Now I'm intrigued. "And I suppose it's you who wants me to know how you obtained your. Blindness." The word is wretched in my throat, but she becomes a bit more easy-going, relaxed. "Well my mom isn't gonna let me stop going to these dipshits until I actually get somewhere so I might as well."

I tempt with the issue as to whether my sessions or myself are 'dipshits,' but I let it sit for a while. My silence provokes her expected story.

She begins rambling on about this. Game, of sorts. LARP. All the ins and outs of it I especially do not want to hear but manage to hear. And she's still not looking at me. You would think she would eventually realize this, but apparently, the myth behind bettered senses with the loss of eyesight is false. Eventually, she comes to the critical point, however.

A long list of vengeances. An injury to one, retaliation to them, and reclamation from the victor. It surprises me that this Vriska has managed to be so. Victorious in whatever she has done, despite how Terezi has indicated her lucklessness. In any case. Her injury to the other was very traumatic. In a very similar fashion to another incident that I shall not name for my own sake.

"And. Then." Her voice quivers at this. "Well. She's forceful. And. She had all these idiots. Every day hold me down and force me to watch the sun." I suspected as such, but. Perhaps not to this degree. "They wouldn't stop until I couldn't even see a foot in front of me..."

However. She resumes her stubborn, defiant position. In candid opinion, it wasn't even this. It was something much more; like a narcissist with reasoning, she assumed an authority of righteousness behind her actions and the actions done unto her. "But I really don't care that much! Fuck, I even like being blind! It's kinda cool? Though personally it still sucks like dragon tail, haha!"

For once in a while. I'm rather silent. Not out of voice or choice...I'm unsure how to disclose it.

"I'm sitting to your left," I instead say, ending there.