undone, undress
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Alana knew what it looked like when a girl burned alive. She hadn’t known Georgia Madchen personally, haunting her own life and sloughing off bloodless skin by the ream, but she’d seen the way Will watched her obliquely from the doorway. A hyperbaric Sleeping Beauty in her glass coffin, not Joan of Arc fixing her gaze on a crucifix’s bleeding brow as her fat spat and liquified, as her eyes went runny. Georgia had died for the crime of getting better, for remembering, for being the recipient of the kind of tenderness from Will that made Abigail Hobbs go sharp-eyed and fawn-still.
Alana was starting to understand that she nearly died for the same reasons, blinking away the retinal burn image of Abigail with her watery mouth and whites of her eyes glossy. Scared.
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A series of snapshots of Alana and Margot growing closer together over the course of Season 3A.
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- Part 1 of undone, undress
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“Do you ever think of taking it back?” she asked.
Alana flicked a look down at her. “Do you?”
“All the time. But my brother doesn’t like it when people touch his things.” Margot broke the gaze. She hated talking about Mason in that bed, next to a woman who was magnetic and alive and always took her apart with purposeful hands and that red, red mouth. Carefully, sometimes, like a fantasy. Other times that lipstick stained their teeth as good as blood. She said, “I want to own my pain.”
“By taking it back?” Alana said with one of her wide, disarming smiles. “Or by causing some for yourself?”
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Margot and Alana have both had things taken away from them. Maybe they can help each other get something back.
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- Part 2 of undone, undress
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Margot has never known what it’s like to have everything she wants, but those smart little letters so black on a sea of white paper, XY, means she’s about to find out. She watches the doctor flip out the stirrups and her wife settle into them and lets the acetic sting of the OB/GYN office sit heavily in her nostrils. She imagines herself there and her throat burns with bile and the world goes black at the edges until she reminds herself to breathe through the shimmering bursts of rainbow static. Shame creeps in, shadow-footed next to it, as she traces the efficiency of gloved hands, the careful press of a palm to one slender thigh, attentive and competent.
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Margot has a latent medical kink and also a lot of medical trauma, and with a wife who is a doctor, there's only one way to work through that.
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- Part 3 of undone, undress