[ vi’s off to a great start. this is the second time she’s made her sister cry in less than an hour. this time, it isn’t fueled by disappointment and rage, at least. does that make vi feel any better? not necessarily, because the color is still off in those brimming tears, highlighting what is already so concerning about powder’s eyes. vi tries not to focus on it. she can’t afford to. not when powder is still tense against her side, everything about her baby sister projecting hesitation. powder doesn’t believe her, does she?
it becomes clear she doesn’t with the following words and by the time powder trails off, vi is ready to nip this in the bud. so she’s quick to shelve her own reservations on eyes and accusations and the fact that they’re two different people now, to instead fill that pause with a firm: ]
Yes.
[ she turns further into powder’s space, still anchoring her in with one arm while the other tucks that thick bang behind powder’s ear to expose the whole of her face. vi smiles gently, affection clear in her expression. ]
Even though whatever doubt you have in your head. [ she thinks she knows. things changed when you left, i changed. however, she doesn’t breathe a word into that insecurity; she pulls powder in instead. first to press a kiss to her hairline and second, to get her other arm around her to squeeze her for a proper – though awkwardly angled – hug. ]
no subject
it becomes clear she doesn’t with the following words and by the time powder trails off, vi is ready to nip this in the bud. so she’s quick to shelve her own reservations on eyes and accusations and the fact that they’re two different people now, to instead fill that pause with a firm: ]
Yes.
[ she turns further into powder’s space, still anchoring her in with one arm while the other tucks that thick bang behind powder’s ear to expose the whole of her face. vi smiles gently, affection clear in her expression. ]
Even though whatever doubt you have in your head. [ she thinks she knows. things changed when you left, i changed. however, she doesn’t breathe a word into that insecurity; she pulls powder in instead. first to press a kiss to her hairline and second, to get her other arm around her to squeeze her for a proper – though awkwardly angled – hug. ]
We’re gonna be fine.