[ why does powder never trust her on the first go around? vi is consistently on trial. why? because – powder says it herself: silco told me. vi’s frustration never peaks. it’s pierced through with that god awful scream and vi – fucking hell, vi’s arms slacken in shock, just enough for powder to pull back. another scream sounds off before vi can smother powder into her again and block out the world for her. unfortunate, really, because now she has powder very much aware that their pseudo family is either being captured or killed right now, which puts vi in a tough spot.
nevermind her own feelings on the matter or how odd she feels weighing the possibility that the past version of herself is suffering a different fate. a worse fate, maybe. of course vi’s instinct is to climb down, race off, and kick off round two with silco and his goons. it’s just… that isn’t her first instinct.
who are you willing to lose? vander asked her that once, under different circumstances, in response to a different enemy, but it all rounds back to the same kind of hatred. the kind that leads to ruin. if she abandons powder here to finish a fight that technically isn’t her own anymore…
she stares at powder there, trembling and young, so unbearably young as she literally grows smaller right before her eyes. who is vi willing to lose? ]
No. [ not powder. anyone but powder. they’re already lost, and fuck, vi feels like such a sevika-level-shit-traitor for even thinking that, but it’s true. whatever the fuck this is, illusion or otherwise, it isn’t theirs anymore, and so, vi is done being put on trial. she’ll make the executive decision for both their sakes. ]
We’re leaving.
[ and she scoops powder up, supporting her on her hip as she stands. she’s light. very light. vi’s part anticipating a struggle but any fear there is to be found in figuring out how to get down from this ledge with powder in tow, is sent to the wayside, because everything – the building, the sky, the docks – shifts. blurs. vi’s so focused on getting powder out of here and back through the arch that’ll take them to the ruins they started from, that the world around them morphs until… ]
What… – no. [ she hates herself for taking an involuntary backward step the moment her gaze settles on a familiar cell. the barred door slides open, every drag of metal on metal echoing in the stone laden corridor. stillwater, heh, probably should have expected this nightmare to get worse. ]
no subject
nevermind her own feelings on the matter or how odd she feels weighing the possibility that the past version of herself is suffering a different fate. a worse fate, maybe. of course vi’s instinct is to climb down, race off, and kick off round two with silco and his goons. it’s just… that isn’t her first instinct.
who are you willing to lose? vander asked her that once, under different circumstances, in response to a different enemy, but it all rounds back to the same kind of hatred. the kind that leads to ruin. if she abandons powder here to finish a fight that technically isn’t her own anymore…
she stares at powder there, trembling and young, so unbearably young as she literally grows smaller right before her eyes. who is vi willing to lose? ]
No. [ not powder. anyone but powder. they’re already lost, and fuck, vi feels like such a sevika-level-shit-traitor for even thinking that, but it’s true. whatever the fuck this is, illusion or otherwise, it isn’t theirs anymore, and so, vi is done being put on trial. she’ll make the executive decision for both their sakes. ]
We’re leaving.
[ and she scoops powder up, supporting her on her hip as she stands. she’s light. very light. vi’s part anticipating a struggle but any fear there is to be found in figuring out how to get down from this ledge with powder in tow, is sent to the wayside, because everything – the building, the sky, the docks – shifts. blurs. vi’s so focused on getting powder out of here and back through the arch that’ll take them to the ruins they started from, that the world around them morphs until… ]
What… – no. [ she hates herself for taking an involuntary backward step the moment her gaze settles on a familiar cell. the barred door slides open, every drag of metal on metal echoing in the stone laden corridor. stillwater, heh, probably should have expected this nightmare to get worse. ]