[ she’s right. it’s not okay. instantly, vi feels stupid for even saying it. this isn’t the child she left behind. forced bravado and empty comforts based on nothing other than vi’s word don’t sell the same way that they used to. powder is older now, wiser to the world too; she can and will call vi out on her bullshit, well-intentioned as it may be, because powder doesn’t see her the same way anymore, does she? she certainly doesn’t look at her with the adoration and trust that she once did.
fuck you, silco. the redirection of rage is easier to stomach than the guilt, but even then, the catharsis is short-lived. her fault. this is vi’s fault. the space behind her sternum feeling hollowed out and her throat has gone tight on emotion she really can’t deal with right now. how to combat it? vi gets her hands on powder, grasping her by the shoulders and hauling her in. ]
It will be. [ at least that can be counted as the truth. vi’s making a vow right now, okay? whatever this place is, whatever life it poses for them… vi’s going to make sure nothing and no one hurts her sister. starting with: ]
I’m sorry I scared you. [ hugging powder to her chest doesn’t entirely alleviate that stretched, ruined feeling saturating within her ribcage but it makes breathing a little easier. she makes a discontented noise and knocks the side of her head, gently, to powder’s. ]
I’m sorry I left you. Both times. [ a beat; no, more than that. ] Every time. [ still not good enough. ] But I’m here now. [ tightens her arms, her hands curled at powder’s back, and then repeats in a softer voice. ] I’m here, Powder.
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fuck you, silco. the redirection of rage is easier to stomach than the guilt, but even then, the catharsis is short-lived. her fault. this is vi’s fault. the space behind her sternum feeling hollowed out and her throat has gone tight on emotion she really can’t deal with right now. how to combat it? vi gets her hands on powder, grasping her by the shoulders and hauling her in. ]
It will be. [ at least that can be counted as the truth. vi’s making a vow right now, okay? whatever this place is, whatever life it poses for them… vi’s going to make sure nothing and no one hurts her sister. starting with: ]
I’m sorry I scared you. [ hugging powder to her chest doesn’t entirely alleviate that stretched, ruined feeling saturating within her ribcage but it makes breathing a little easier. she makes a discontented noise and knocks the side of her head, gently, to powder’s. ]
I’m sorry I left you. Both times. [ a beat; no, more than that. ] Every time. [ still not good enough. ] But I’m here now. [ tightens her arms, her hands curled at powder’s back, and then repeats in a softer voice. ] I’m here, Powder.