Look. Obviously it - it's complicated now, and I don't think you - well, I know you didn't mean it that way. But you're fucking oblivious if you didn't see how into you I was before all this.
[ sucks in a breath, exhales it out. looks over at her, wryly: ]
And then you blew me into pieces with a shotgun, so you know. That put a fucking damper on things.
[She's. More than a little stunned. Colour flushes her cheeks for the first time since she's come back from the dead. Embarrassment comes to the fore now, turned inward, and a little click of something else.]
...I'm. Well. I try not to assume those kinds of things anymore? [Especially not with women, which is probably something she should have questioned a little earlier. She covers her mouth with dainty fingers, head ducking a little, curls coming to shelter the sides of her face.] I've had really, really rotten luck and everything's a mess, but I wouldn't say that it was, like. You know. Entirely platonic for me, either.
...Shotguns do put a damper on things though. Yes. [She takes another shaking breath and covers her eyes now as she winces in full.] Things just...keep happening. To the people I try to love. I barely know what it really is, frankly. So yeah, oblivious. A bit.
Insane. You're insane, person I found that night made me the happiest so far she says, like that doesn't kick a girl on her ass.
[ huff. and then, a little more seriously: ]
Sorry, I know that's a hell of a thing to put on you. No expectations. You just died. I've been dead. I don't even know how I feel any more, it's -
[ she shifts to face rosamund, and they're a couple seats separated, but that suits her fine just for now. she's feeling a jumble of emotions, anxiety pulled and stretched like taffy, embarrassment, and an underlying feeling of something less miserable and destroyed and more... looking forward. not hope. but something positive. ]
I've been working on pulling apart how I feel. How much I'm mad at you and how much I'm mad at just the fact that I'm dead. Like how you said, right, when you went to talk to Susato. Splitting that up. And... I don't think I'm really all that angry at you.
[ she brings a hand up and pushes her hair out of her face. ]
How about this. We get to know each other. For real this time.
The shift in tone is so cataclysmically relieving, she's laughing a little herself. Glad to be the butt of the joke if it helps cut this strangling tension. Rosamund pushes her hair back out of the way and regards Vi with her bottom lip between her teeth. Still nervous, even now. Still fighting that wretched, looming dread beneath it all, unable to shake the last 24hrs and handful of years she's been made to endure.
But she's feeling a bit better now. Even a bit hopeful herself. It sounds like they had to go through parallel journeys with it, separating their feelings]
...I'd really like that, actually. I'd like that very much. No expectations either, all right?
[She hesitates.]
Just. Give me a day or two. I need to make sure She's gone.
[ she has not heard of ohana and also she's a uhaul lesbian you can't do things like this to her
but anyway. she has had to really have like at least three separate people grab her and make her talk through it, but now that she knows strohl isn't abandoning her and that she doesn't need to be a baby about it, she's doing better. if strohl was not here this would have been SUCH a different conversation, but. he is, so.
she rubs her wrists again, and rolls her shoulders. ]
Yeah. We'll figure it out. All we've got is time over here, so.
[ might as well make the best of it. ]
But - yeah. I get it. Get the trip nonsense out of your head. [ ... ] You gonna be okay?
[we watch the original lilo and stitch in our next thread.
also girl mood. perhaps...it is best they were kept separate for a thousand years. my god it would have been deliciously dramatic but also horrible in every way.
She nods, even if she privately hopes it's not too much time. Granted, they still don't know what waits for them at the end of this. She hopes it's a better ending than the one Vi got before. Even now, she wants to do anything she can to ensure it.
That low-lying dread rises again. Rosamund's still smiling, but she wets her lips and looks away.]
I've faced a lot of really terrible things. And I've died many times, even before these games. I just don't want to take any risks right now.
I'll be all right. I do promise you that. It'll just need a little time, that's all.
[ i think that movie would break her actually it's too close to home ]
Uh huh. [ silence, for a long moment, and then: ] I'm sure I'm the last person you want to talk to about what hurts, but if we're going to get to know each other, that's part of it.
[ she leans back in her seat again. ]
If you ever need a hand up, I'm offering. That's all.
[okay we watch the fox and the hound and we can cry equally
Once again, a swill of something a bit complicated. Something something burdening the person you hurt the most here, yadda yadda yadda. But Rosamund pushes it down, actively. It's not a feeling that will vanish right away, but one she can work on. When she's not desperately trying to keep it together. So much has happened in such a short amount of time, and she wants to have some space to work it out without damaging a newly repaired bridge.]
Last? Please. Ryo is here.
[Scara at least has become something a little funny to her. Ryo is an anomaly she just somehow winds up at the movies with.]
But right back at you. And I do mean it, Vi.
Thank you.
[As much as the melancholy and the fear are retaking her, the gratitude is utterly sincere.]
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Okay well she goes squirrelly for slightly less depressing reasons now.]
I'm sorry? I'm just being honest.
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[ wheezes. a beat, and then, laughing into her hands with a touch of hysteria: ]
You're so oblivious it kills me. [ ... ] Literally, I guess.
[ BAD JOKE ]
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Vi? [Blinks twice. Then turns a little more her way, looking a bit hapless and desperate.] Then tell me! I can't know what I don't know!
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Look. Obviously it - it's complicated now, and I don't think you - well, I know you didn't mean it that way. But you're fucking oblivious if you didn't see how into you I was before all this.
[ sucks in a breath, exhales it out. looks over at her, wryly: ]
And then you blew me into pieces with a shotgun, so you know. That put a fucking damper on things.
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...I'm. Well. I try not to assume those kinds of things anymore? [Especially not with women, which is probably something she should have questioned a little earlier. She covers her mouth with dainty fingers, head ducking a little, curls coming to shelter the sides of her face.] I've had really, really rotten luck and everything's a mess, but I wouldn't say that it was, like. You know. Entirely platonic for me, either.
...Shotguns do put a damper on things though. Yes. [She takes another shaking breath and covers her eyes now as she winces in full.] Things just...keep happening. To the people I try to love. I barely know what it really is, frankly. So yeah, oblivious. A bit.
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Insane. You're insane, person I found that night made me the happiest so far she says, like that doesn't kick a girl on her ass.
[ huff. and then, a little more seriously: ]
Sorry, I know that's a hell of a thing to put on you. No expectations. You just died. I've been dead. I don't even know how I feel any more, it's -
[ she shifts to face rosamund, and they're a couple seats separated, but that suits her fine just for now. she's feeling a jumble of emotions, anxiety pulled and stretched like taffy, embarrassment, and an underlying feeling of something less miserable and destroyed and more... looking forward. not hope. but something positive. ]
I've been working on pulling apart how I feel. How much I'm mad at you and how much I'm mad at just the fact that I'm dead. Like how you said, right, when you went to talk to Susato. Splitting that up. And... I don't think I'm really all that angry at you.
[ she brings a hand up and pushes her hair out of her face. ]
How about this. We get to know each other. For real this time.
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Friends can make you happy too!
[HAVEN'T YOU HEARD OF OHANA!!!!!!
The shift in tone is so cataclysmically relieving, she's laughing a little herself. Glad to be the butt of the joke if it helps cut this strangling tension. Rosamund pushes her hair back out of the way and regards Vi with her bottom lip between her teeth. Still nervous, even now. Still fighting that wretched, looming dread beneath it all, unable to shake the last 24hrs and handful of years she's been made to endure.
But she's feeling a bit better now. Even a bit hopeful herself. It sounds like they had to go through parallel journeys with it, separating their feelings]
...I'd really like that, actually. I'd like that very much. No expectations either, all right?
[She hesitates.]
Just. Give me a day or two. I need to make sure She's gone.
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but anyway. she has had to really have like at least three separate people grab her and make her talk through it, but now that she knows strohl isn't abandoning her and that she doesn't need to be a baby about it, she's doing better. if strohl was not here this would have been SUCH a different conversation, but. he is, so.
she rubs her wrists again, and rolls her shoulders. ]
Yeah. We'll figure it out. All we've got is time over here, so.
[ might as well make the best of it. ]
But - yeah. I get it. Get the trip nonsense out of your head. [ ... ] You gonna be okay?
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also girl mood. perhaps...it is best they were kept separate for a thousand years. my god it would have been deliciously dramatic but also horrible in every way.
She nods, even if she privately hopes it's not too much time. Granted, they still don't know what waits for them at the end of this. She hopes it's a better ending than the one Vi got before. Even now, she wants to do anything she can to ensure it.
That low-lying dread rises again. Rosamund's still smiling, but she wets her lips and looks away.]
I've faced a lot of really terrible things. And I've died many times, even before these games. I just don't want to take any risks right now.
I'll be all right. I do promise you that. It'll just need a little time, that's all.
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Uh huh. [ silence, for a long moment, and then: ] I'm sure I'm the last person you want to talk to about what hurts, but if we're going to get to know each other, that's part of it.
[ she leans back in her seat again. ]
If you ever need a hand up, I'm offering. That's all.
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Once again, a swill of something a bit complicated. Something something burdening the person you hurt the most here, yadda yadda yadda. But Rosamund pushes it down, actively. It's not a feeling that will vanish right away, but one she can work on. When she's not desperately trying to keep it together. So much has happened in such a short amount of time, and she wants to have some space to work it out without damaging a newly repaired bridge.]
Last? Please. Ryo is here.
[Scara at least has become something a little funny to her. Ryo is an anomaly she just somehow winds up at the movies with.]
But right back at you. And I do mean it, Vi.
Thank you.
[As much as the melancholy and the fear are retaking her, the gratitude is utterly sincere.]