[before viktor can think of what to say to that, if he should deflect or admit agreement that always ends in a resigned note about the nature of things, the world shifts again.
for the briefest of moments he thinks of ammy's trees, before the rhythm of the memory takes over in a steady flow. it's nice, fresh air and vibrant colors, laughter and chatter until everything is abruptly not very nice at all.
the initial mockery and fear is somehow not nearly as piercing as the tail end, the child left behind with the echoes of accusations to keep her company. as the memory fades viktor lets out a soft breath, reorienting himself with the real world around them, the apple smell in the air and the summer warmth.]
You're right. They shouldn't have. [he says finally, regarding her without the careful guard of before.] To either of us.
[he closes his eyes to let the rest of that day clear, a small frown over his features.] You must have been quite lonely too.
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for the briefest of moments he thinks of ammy's trees, before the rhythm of the memory takes over in a steady flow. it's nice, fresh air and vibrant colors, laughter and chatter until everything is abruptly not very nice at all.
the initial mockery and fear is somehow not nearly as piercing as the tail end, the child left behind with the echoes of accusations to keep her company. as the memory fades viktor lets out a soft breath, reorienting himself with the real world around them, the apple smell in the air and the summer warmth.]
You're right. They shouldn't have. [he says finally, regarding her without the careful guard of before.] To either of us.
[he closes his eyes to let the rest of that day clear, a small frown over his features.] You must have been quite lonely too.