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Temperature is strange to Marcy. It’s been 3 years since the three of them entered Amphibia for the first time. Marcy’s 16 now. 2 and a half years of being half alive. Not a sentence that is spoken often. Not many people have an eldritch god complex living inside their mind, keeping them alive.
Half dead for 2 and a half years. 2 and a half years since she’s felt temperature properly. They can feel general warmth and chill, but they can never be severely affected. The only shivers she gets are from emotional or physical fatigue, when their legs give out. The only burn they feel is from the flames they produce, sweat coming cool on the nights the nightmares get through.
Marcy wears their jacket to school. If not, always a long sleeve. Their arms have scars, same as their legs and of course, their chest. Scars from her friend, from her brother. Ones only those closest to her get to see. Temperature doesn’t affect her. It hasn’t since she died. Therefore, she can feel comfortable in whatever she’s wearing, no matter how hot or cool it would make someone else.
Hypoesthesia. The medical term for someone who is numb to temperature and pain. Marcy’s got half the deal. The pain never leaves. Phantom pains, chronic pain, general pain, she’s got it all.
‘How hot or how cold is it today?' has become a frequent question for her girlfriends. Everyone feels temperature differently after all. It still gets a laugh out of Anne and Sasha when Marcy comes to school wearing the complete opposite of what she would be wearing to survive in the day’s weather. Mini skirt in a snowstorm is always a classic.
No matter what though, cuddling her girlfriends at night will never fail to make Marcy feel warm and safe. In trances, in their mindscape, their girls can share the feeling with them. The biting wind and the blistering sun. Marcy forgets what it feels like sometimes, to be normal, to be fully alive. They remind her.
2 and a half years, half dead. What a weird thing to celebrate. Although, they know they’ve got ‘till their 90s. She won’t be biting the dust any time soon. Marcy doesn’t mind being numb to the temperature. She loves her life. That won’t change.
2 and a half years, and here’s to many more.