she makes a face at him, but she will walk. she waits for him to come walk next to her, though. not for any nefarious reasons, she just, like - she loops her arm through his. he might notice just that much makes her shoulders ease up.
[ nyeh!!!!!!! he makes a face back, except it's just a grumpy scowl because he's too mature to make faces.
... but, as she slides her arm through his, he huffs a little and returns the gesture, easy. her shoulders dropping a little make his do the same - off to wahoo. ]
... Sorry for worrying you, yesterday. [ eventually. quietly. ] I'm sure I must've.
[ it's a little like when you leave for work and you come back home and your dog tore up all the furniture because they had separation anxiety except the furniture is her liver ]
He's a good kid. I didn't get as long with him, but I get it.
[ it's nice, to be able to talk about it - to see vi taking the steps to think of it, too, of the future they're going to obtain. he's too pragmatic to not think of all the things that have to be done to get there, but... ]
He's going to love you. [ with a little, fond huff - the slightest squeeze, where there arms are looped. reassurance, maybe, of a different kind. ] ...Not that he's ever not loved anyone, really, but - I can just picture it. Thick as thieves, once it's all said and done, I can see the two of you getting into all kinds of trouble and giving me grey hair.
[ SHOULD'VE CHECKED HER COFFEE DURING EXECUTION SUCKER
anyway, she huffs out a laugh. ]
He needs someone a little less uptight. [ teasing... and then, like. a little hesitantly, but it comes easier than it used to: ] I want to meet him, too.
I think anybody who sees the world the way he does is going to be someone I like.
however - this gets such a warm smile, both as she moves through the hesitance, and the comment about will, because: ] You and I both.
[ That's the way. his thoughts echo. that's right. steps forward, bit by bit. ] He's an odd one, but in the best way. He'd be six crayons deep into a pack in this place before I even blinked.
[ he says this exasperatedly but SO fondly that's my PRINCE ]
[ he gives her the most sceptical look in the world at the first part, though it's clearly just giving her shit. he also wants to support the kids. however, he would not do that by eating a crayon.
but for the rest: ]
's alright. Neither were most of our crew. Myself included. Heismay lived in a bloody cave alone, for god's sake. [ fondly. ] And it rarely feels that way, anyhow; it's one of the things I treasure about our group. We're a team.
[ his arm squeezes just so around hers again. ] We're not following so much as walking side by side. [ And I'll be walking right there beside you. ]
that's a relief. he's already told her this a lot, and she feels a little stupid needing to be told again, but I'll be walking right there beside you makes her feel a little less like she's adrift. vi sucks in a breath, and then exhales it out slow, shaking out the last bits of it. don't be greedy.
she's getting better. it's a long process, but she's getting better, and all of her most pathetic thoughts just stay thoughts. ]
Guess I won't see until I get there, but... okay. [ she's not used to working in a team either, but she thinks she could get used to it. that she wants to. ]
[ there's a hum in answer - he takes the lean easily, walks to accommodate any limp she might have with her injury. side by side, step by step. it's nearly over, now. ]
Going back with you, I mean. Don't - don't let me tell you no. Okay?
[ because she knows herself well enough - because every time someone asks her to talk about her sister, she has to go through the seven levels of grief and responsibility and pain, and she doubts herself, and she thinks, maybe I don't deserve the freedom. she wants to save him, she wants to go back to euchronia. she just needs to not talk herself out of it. ]
[ he - snorts, a little, but it's soft, and fondness colors the way he shakes his head. ]
The day you out-stubborn me in a fight's the day I keel over for real.
[ but this is lighthearted and warm, and when he turns his head to look down at her, the conviction of his words that follows is just as easy. ]
I won't. If I have to knock you out and drag you there myself, then so be it. [ and, head turning back again, this time - a little vulnerability of his own. ] I'm counting on you to catch me, after all.
he glances down at her, and she meets his gaze for that second. for that second, her heart hurts - squeezes, tightens, because she's not sure when he started to be synonymous with home, but... he is. she takes a deep breath, and slides her arm around his waist instead, half hugging him as they walk.
counting on your to catch me. yeah. it's that, that phrase, that makes her resolve solidify back in place. ]
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[ OKAY
she makes a face at him, but she will walk. she waits for him to come walk next to her, though. not for any nefarious reasons, she just, like - she loops her arm through his. he might notice just that much makes her shoulders ease up.
drags him off towards wahoo. ]
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... but, as she slides her arm through his, he huffs a little and returns the gesture, easy. her shoulders dropping a little make his do the same - off to wahoo. ]
... Sorry for worrying you, yesterday. [ eventually. quietly. ] I'm sure I must've.
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S'fine. He's your team. [ she says, easily enough. ] You care about him.
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Mm. [ ... ] He reminds me much of his highness, if I'm honest. Of Will. We've gotten pretty close.
... I'm looking forward to introducing you to him, you know.
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He's a good kid. I didn't get as long with him, but I get it.
[ ... ]
Who, Will?
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...Yeah.
[ it's nice, to be able to talk about it - to see vi taking the steps to think of it, too, of the future they're going to obtain. he's too pragmatic to not think of all the things that have to be done to get there, but... ]
He's going to love you. [ with a little, fond huff - the slightest squeeze, where there arms are looped. reassurance, maybe, of a different kind. ] ...Not that he's ever not loved anyone, really, but - I can just picture it. Thick as thieves, once it's all said and done, I can see the two of you getting into all kinds of trouble and giving me grey hair.
[ you already have grey hair ]
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anyway, she huffs out a laugh. ]
He needs someone a little less uptight. [ teasing... and then, like. a little hesitantly, but it comes easier than it used to: ] I want to meet him, too.
I think anybody who sees the world the way he does is going to be someone I like.
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however - this gets such a warm smile, both as she moves through the hesitance, and the comment about will, because: ] You and I both.
[ That's the way. his thoughts echo. that's right. steps forward, bit by bit. ] He's an odd one, but in the best way. He'd be six crayons deep into a pack in this place before I even blinked.
[ he says this exasperatedly but SO fondly that's my PRINCE ]
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You know I only did that because it made the kids laugh.
[ she does not actually like eating crayons, she just - wanted to cheer them up by doing something stupid. they were all so sad. and still are, but. ]
I'm not very good at following. But I can work on it.
[ i have to. ]
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but for the rest: ]
's alright. Neither were most of our crew. Myself included. Heismay lived in a bloody cave alone, for god's sake. [ fondly. ] And it rarely feels that way, anyhow; it's one of the things I treasure about our group. We're a team.
[ his arm squeezes just so around hers again. ] We're not following so much as walking side by side. [ And I'll be walking right there beside you. ]
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that's a relief. he's already told her this a lot, and she feels a little stupid needing to be told again, but I'll be walking right there beside you makes her feel a little less like she's adrift. vi sucks in a breath, and then exhales it out slow, shaking out the last bits of it. don't be greedy.
she's getting better. it's a long process, but she's getting better, and all of her most pathetic thoughts just stay thoughts. ]
Guess I won't see until I get there, but... okay. [ she's not used to working in a team either, but she thinks she could get used to it. that she wants to. ]
Hey, um. Leon.
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Mm?
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[ she says, rubbing at her face a little. ]
Going back with you, I mean. Don't - don't let me tell you no. Okay?
[ because she knows herself well enough - because every time someone asks her to talk about her sister, she has to go through the seven levels of grief and responsibility and pain, and she doubts herself, and she thinks, maybe I don't deserve the freedom. she wants to save him, she wants to go back to euchronia. she just needs to not talk herself out of it. ]
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The day you out-stubborn me in a fight's the day I keel over for real.
[ but this is lighthearted and warm, and when he turns his head to look down at her, the conviction of his words that follows is just as easy. ]
I won't. If I have to knock you out and drag you there myself, then so be it. [ and, head turning back again, this time - a little vulnerability of his own. ] I'm counting on you to catch me, after all.
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he glances down at her, and she meets his gaze for that second. for that second, her heart hurts - squeezes, tightens, because she's not sure when he started to be synonymous with home, but... he is. she takes a deep breath, and slides her arm around his waist instead, half hugging him as they walk.
counting on your to catch me. yeah. it's that, that phrase, that makes her resolve solidify back in place. ]
... Thank you.
[ softer, genuine. ]