[ fuck. vi needs a manual on how to talk to powder. one wrong word, one wrong inflection of a syllable… walking on eggshells, that’s what it feels like. vi doesn’t like it. mostly because it brings into sharp focus how far she’s fallen out of sync with her sister. and lesser? vi’s never done especially well with being made to feel like she’s in the wrong.
she’s willing to tolerate it though. for now, at least. she can swallow her pride and rearrange herself accordingly, to make things work between them again. but if she has to do this indefinitely…
she needs powder to meet her halfway and so far, vi feels like she’s the one exclusively taking the beating. rightly earned, she reminds herself, and sobering up to her years of neglect, it makes it easier for her to keep playing by powder’s rules. ]
I promise. [ a beat, clearly hesitating before: ] You can trust me. [ – please. ]
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she’s willing to tolerate it though. for now, at least. she can swallow her pride and rearrange herself accordingly, to make things work between them again. but if she has to do this indefinitely…
she needs powder to meet her halfway and so far, vi feels like she’s the one exclusively taking the beating. rightly earned, she reminds herself, and sobering up to her years of neglect, it makes it easier for her to keep playing by powder’s rules. ]
I promise. [ a beat, clearly hesitating before: ] You can trust me. [ – please. ]