[ it's not a stupid question. it's important - it's vital. but vesper can learn almost as much from anna's body language as she can from her song: the way she stirs and looks away, the way she answers honestly-but-not-entirely after a moment, the way it turns to we.
for a moment, vesper wonders what it would feel like to wrap around anna. like a comforting blanket. like a gentle warmth. a reminder that you aren't alone, that someone wanted to stay, someone wanted to wake up next you. gently, she adjusts her own frequencies; she broadcasts out, trying to catch that exact part of anna's song. the gentle echo of being woken up with warmth and light and feathers. the soft smile from a being that has no mouth. something that should terrify you, and yet it only brings joy instead.
behind anna, within her house, the radio slowly activates. ]
...that sounds really lovely. [ gentle. like an admission. ]
[it starts as a tingling that anna can't place, but it feels familiar. it feels warm and comforting and she closes her eye and tilts her head back against the exterior wall of the house that she's leaning against. her expression evens out, and she doesn't look serene, exactly, but she is trying to figure something out with the way it feels. it's hard to come up with the words, so she just agrees.]
It was, yeah. While it lasted. [there is only regret in her words—no bitterness, no anger, and certainly not towards vesper.] Until it changed, and the three of us became different people, and... and now we're here. [she opens her eye and looks up towards the sky, hoping that moon presence can maybe give her an answer this time. there's never a response, not in any way that she can make sense of.]
We all found each other, and then this place tore us apart. ...Maybe that's dramatic. I don't know. I just know that I was getting used to the idea of adding Venus to our relationship, and now... [and now she either has to get by without her or open her heart and mind to someone else.]
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[ it's not a stupid question. it's important - it's vital. but vesper can learn almost as much from anna's body language as she can from her song: the way she stirs and looks away, the way she answers honestly-but-not-entirely after a moment, the way it turns to we.
for a moment, vesper wonders what it would feel like to wrap around anna. like a comforting blanket. like a gentle warmth. a reminder that you aren't alone, that someone wanted to stay, someone wanted to wake up next you. gently, she adjusts her own frequencies; she broadcasts out, trying to catch that exact part of anna's song. the gentle echo of being woken up with warmth and light and feathers. the soft smile from a being that has no mouth. something that should terrify you, and yet it only brings joy instead.
behind anna, within her house, the radio slowly activates. ]
...that sounds really lovely. [ gentle. like an admission. ]
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It was, yeah. While it lasted. [there is only regret in her words—no bitterness, no anger, and certainly not towards vesper.] Until it changed, and the three of us became different people, and... and now we're here. [she opens her eye and looks up towards the sky, hoping that moon presence can maybe give her an answer this time. there's never a response, not in any way that she can make sense of.]
We all found each other, and then this place tore us apart. ...Maybe that's dramatic. I don't know. I just know that I was getting used to the idea of adding Venus to our relationship, and now... [and now she either has to get by without her or open her heart and mind to someone else.]