[ no! not this time! she’s been pulled away far too many times. stillwater, ekko, her own foolishness – this time, vi is determined to stay and be there for her sister, even if powder is the one commanding her to go. powder is chaotic in her distress though and vi feels dizzy both from her own reconfiguring and by powder’s rough handling. she’s dropped, then jostled as powder kicks back, knocking her off her leg in the process. her tentacles recede further and she finally releases that wrist as the last pieces begin to slot into place.
powder may be reaching for pow-pow but hopefully she won’t be needing it, because give vi six more seconds, she’s got her legs, her arms, her torso, her face, and every feature that makes her uniquely her. the outfit is the same as the last time powder saw her, right down to the same tape wrappings her arms.
breathing feels different on that first breath, when everything settles and she’s solely as she perceives herself to be. she gulps deep and blinks hard, allowing herself the barest amount of time to bask in how right everything feels again, before she turns all her attention back to her sister.
don’t you fucking dare. vi pushes herself up from the sand, just enough to roll over onto her hands and knees, and while she doesn’t lunge at her sister, she makes a desperate push forward to knock pow-pow away. not again, please don’t point that at her again. ]
Powder. It’s okay. It's me. [ she reaches for her next, driven by that same desire as before, to lock them together so another shitty circumstance can rip them apart. ] Everything’s okay now.
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powder may be reaching for pow-pow but hopefully she won’t be needing it, because give vi six more seconds, she’s got her legs, her arms, her torso, her face, and every feature that makes her uniquely her. the outfit is the same as the last time powder saw her, right down to the same tape wrappings her arms.
breathing feels different on that first breath, when everything settles and she’s solely as she perceives herself to be. she gulps deep and blinks hard, allowing herself the barest amount of time to bask in how right everything feels again, before she turns all her attention back to her sister.
don’t you fucking dare. vi pushes herself up from the sand, just enough to roll over onto her hands and knees, and while she doesn’t lunge at her sister, she makes a desperate push forward to knock pow-pow away. not again, please don’t point that at her again. ]
Powder. It’s okay. It's me. [ she reaches for her next, driven by that same desire as before, to lock them together so another shitty circumstance can rip them apart. ] Everything’s okay now.