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[podfic] Free Space

Summary:

podfic of Free Space by YellowMustard

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Our saltwater solution reduces gravity’s pull by over 80%, ensuring you'll effortlessly stay afloat! We keep the water at a steady 36 degrees—matching your skin’s temperature. This blend of weightlessness and warmth blurs the lines between your body and the water, as your nerves can’t tell where you end and the surrounding environment begins.

 

Weightlessness. Yeah. If anything’s gonna be Ed’s cure-all, it’s gotta be weightlessness, right?

Ed’s carried around weight for most of his life. He’s tired. His muscles ache. His joints are all ground down to dust.

Also - the word solution is right there. Which proves it.

This is it. This is Ed’s solution.

(Or: Ed's on a wellness journey for his fuckass brain. It's not going great. The guy at the float tank place is being way too nice about it. Please mind the tags!)

Notes:

Just a heads up, my dears, this is not one you should use to accompany you to sleep. Trigger warning for a pretty intense panic attack in this first chapter, as well as lots of sound effects

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 2

Summary:

Stede is evil. The special kind of evil, the kind who takes advantage of vulnerable people for personal fucking gain.

Not that Ed’s vulnerable. He isn’t. He didn’t even say that, actually.

Notes:

All previous trigger warnings still in play, friends. This chapter features another sad Ed water tube panic attack.

Chapter 3

Summary:

You’ve talked about this ‘Stede’ guy a lot, y’know. What’s going on there?
I dunno. No, I haven’t. Normal amount. Haven’t talked about him a lot.
He’s come up in every session siiiince…the 17th, of last month.
Always fuckin’ writing my shit down, aren’t you? Bit obsessed with me, yeah?
Oh, that’s me. I’m your biggest fan, babe.

Chapter 4

Summary:

“Hm,” he says. He tilts his head to one side, but it doesn’t make a difference to what he’s seeing. “Okay, but…from this angle. Does the stem look right to you?”
Lucius releases a long-suffering sigh, one that’s noxious enough to strip paint.
“Yes,” he says firmly.
“Really? You reckon it looks like it might be sprouting?”
“Oh, sprouting? Then no.”

Chapter 5

Summary:

It is both strange and freeing, not to be able to see Stede’s reaction. Ed hears this tight intake of breath, sure. But he can’t see Stede’s expression, and that leaves the space in front of him clean and blank and unsullied.
If you want the freedom to tell a story, the first thing you need is a blank sheet of paper, Ed reckons.
So he talks.
He tells the entire fucking thing.

Notes:

Several triggering events in this one - please see author notes for CW and details. xo

Chapter 6

Summary:

‘Turned a corner.’
Ed knows what it means, obviously. It’s when you’re on the upswing. You’ve gotten past that really sticky, rotted shit, and things are going to get better from here on out.
It’s the corner thing that doesn’t feel quite right, Ed reckons.
For years, Ed’s considered himself to be sort of… madeof corners. All corners, some geometrically impossible shape. No curves or edges or space in the centre. Just the corners; all sharp points, jabbing out in every direction.
Ed hasn’t ever felt like turning a corner might make him better. More like he’s gotta…chip them off? To dig his nails into all the quills of himself and pluck them out, one at a time.
Like, whomst the fuck is out here just… turning corners? Because Ed’s got some serious fucking beef. Who are these assholes, moseying around and turning corners, while Ed’s stuck scraping his corners off like a fucking hedgehog with trichotillomania.
Don't laugh. Bit fuckin' rude, to laugh. Ed's over here pouring his heart out, okay? And it's a good metaphor.

Notes:

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accompanying music is Shake It Out by Florence + the Machine