The outside world was harsh, unforgiving, and cruel. For Scylla every facet of existence in that terrible place had coalesced into some terrible monstrosity, the attention individuals fashioned into eyes by which this beast turned its gaze inwards at her in naked contempt of all she was. What else could she do but stay in as much as she could in the face of such terrors? She was not some powerful hero equipped to defeat it and she wasn't normal enough to pass beneath its notice for long.
So she stayed in the lair she carved for herself, spending years crafting it into a cozy little space for her to feel safe in. That's all she ever wanted, to feel safe, and within her home? She felt untouchable. A goddess within her domain... Or a goblin in a cave when dysphoria hit harder than usual.
A decently large studio apartment four floors up. The lair of the goblin where none would dare to trea-
A knock at the door, urgent and insistent, pulled her from the comfortable embrace of half-wakefulness and forced her to contend with the idea of leaving her nest of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. Whoever was knocking did not seem to care about her conundrum as once more it filled her apartment with a door rattling pounding that was already giving her a headache.
With a sigh she pushed herself up and out of comfortable warmth and into the frigid air that existed between her and the entrance. Didn't help that her habit to sleep nude left her undefended against how cold she kept the place, but she was thankful for her favorite stuffed animal kept tucked within her arms which still held some of her body heat. A cute but large red dragon plush she referred to as Ferdinand. He protected her against the air as she dug through her clothing discarded by the side of her bed for something to wear. She ended up settling on some fuzzy pajama pants with fluffy dogs on them and an oversized hoodie that draped over her hips.
With a sigh she felt her eyes wander over to one of few mirrors within her lair, full bodied and simple, which held her reflection which stood bare before she attempted to dress.
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