I’m silent, staring, as I come to realize my mistake. I was wrong. I have gotten that character wrong. I slipped into OOC— the kind where everyone knows you are trying to hard to be IC. I have done the worst thing imaginable.
The silence of the courtroom shatters as I start screaming. I’m screaming until I cannot breathe anymore. Screaming because I have done the very thing I loathe. I have mischaracterized.
But now I am in denial. I whisper, “I’ll cut that claim to pieces.” with a uncharacteristic smile and a laugh. I’m putting on another disguise, one that i more confident. I try to tell you that you’re wrong about this character. I try to explain this is how they would really act and that I am not breaking character at all. You’re wrong. You’re wrong. You’re wrong.
This is my headcanon and you are wrong.