march catch-all

[wingstosee]

Who: Venus Vesper (wingstosee)
What: Catch-all for March, belatedly.
When: Late March
Where: Primarily in Kainé and Anna's place, but specified by thread.

Content Warnings: Likely language and references to totalitarian regimes, but past that all warnings by thread.

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[wingstosee]

[ each time kainé lashes out, vesper's own song quavers, twists; the note goes sour, frustration and regret and unhappiness leaking in before she can force it out again. every cranny of the memory and then some; every last part of vesper's emotions and more. kainé can feel them all, direct and personal.

and vesper can't feel anything. she wants to cry, a little.

it's the burn at her arm that starts the feeling. a memory - not an entirely familiar one, one she's glanced at in passing and tried not to dive any deeper. a memory etched indelibly enough into kainé that it's starting to superimpose onto her. vesper winces, and draws in a breath quietly through grit teeth, and when the blood begins to get just a bit too real, slick and red across her fingertips, she says- ]

Don't think about it. [ smoke and iron. she breathes, ragged and slow; right now, she sounds more like kainé than she ever possibly could. ] Just focus. Alright? Focus on my memories, Kainé. Turn down the broadcast and turn up the input.

[ it probably won't make sense to kainé. how could it? but with this pain, the darkness lines and etchings starting to swell in her arm, the blood trickling down from her fingertips... something has to stop. ]

[foulhussy]

[ It's beautiful in a way, seeing everything of Vesper. It reminds of when she saw a different, and yet the same girls radiance shining out of a dead shell, of being wrapped in light and wings.

Feeling all of her, like this, an intimacy that submerges her. It's beautiful, and frightening. Memories flash like lightening. Her grandma's rough and gnarled hand, holding hers as she takes them home. Her sitting with a skeletal creature at twilight, outside at a campfire, talking about themselves. A wicked thing with a poisonous voice crawling into her heart and feeding on her hate. A silver haired boy reaching for her hand. Singing on stage with Anna for the first time. Venus hatching from her shell. Slowly they quiet, as Kainé forces the transmission into quiet. ]

Your... your arm...

[ She looks horrified. It threatens to come back, a frenetic song. She wraps her arms around her own body, desperate to prevent it from returning to the nightmare that was. ]

[wingstosee]

It's okay. It's okay. I'm... We're okay.

[ her own song betrays her fears. but even with that fear, kainé's focus slowly eases the pains inflicted onto vesper. the blood dries and fades, with no cuts there to have caused it; the scrawl on her arms fades into red lines, then away completely. she breathes in, tired and rough, and says: ]

Hey, cheer up, okay? That face is too cute for you to look that sad.

[ it's a joke, a play off some line kainé said once - whether to her or the her before her, she doesn't know. like this, deafened and quiet, vesper can't see as much of kainé's own memories as she'd like. but she still has those short glimpses, enough to say- ]

None of them are here. You're safe, okay?

[foulhussy]

[ She sounds a little more like Venus now, Kainé thinks, and then feels guilty about it. She doesn't know where to draw the line, but she tries to anyway. At least as much as is practical. It's not right, just treating Vesper as some footnote. ]

Her breathing slows. She focuses on the sound of her own voice coming from another's mouth. She thinks of how she's home, in a place where she matters. She thinks of how this storm will end. She holds Vespers arms. Her own. The universe roars at the edge of her hearing. ]

You've come a long way, flirting with me like that.