( how? how can vi make her words so sugary sweet when it's artificial? but even when they're not real and she feels they're not real, it's still so addicting and she can't help but to hang off of every little syllable.
'don't be naive!', 'didn't she just said she cares about the enforcer?'
she heard it. trust her, she heard it. but when vi is this close (that's her own fault) and when she has her sister to herself like this, it's like the fog has cleared for her and she can finally see. like she can breathe again and there's... a little bit of color in her world.
'you need to get away from her', 'need to walk away from her', 'get away', 'walk away, walk away.'
jinx shrinks as she loosens her grip on her braid, evading her gaze from her sister. and although her voices are warning for her to retreat, she doesn't. her boots are glued to the earth and vi's aura is bright and warm that she might get a migraine from it. she's been deceived so many times and she's still licking her wounds of what transpire before she was brought here. and like hell she will ever get caught up in a web of lies again. no, not again. not ever again. )
( but the hurt that flows in her sister's voice, it bruises her heart severely. she hates to see her sibling hurting and she wants to make whatever is harming her pay. especially if vi shed just one tear. but the thing that's hurting vi... is her. and she doesn't know how... make her stop hurting when she is too. her sibling told her to think about it. she can... at least do that, right? just thinking about it doesn't mean she is giving in or...chasing after something she shouldn't be chasing. )
( her breath catches finally as her shoulders slump and when the little sister speaks, it's barely above a whisper -- her demeanor so different and jarring. )
I...I can't... do quiet. ( the teen admits meekily, head down further to shield her face. ) It... bothers me.
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'don't be naive!', 'didn't she just said she cares about the enforcer?'
she heard it. trust her, she heard it. but when vi is this close (that's her own fault) and when she has her sister to herself like this, it's like the fog has cleared for her and she can finally see. like she can breathe again and there's... a little bit of color in her world.
'you need to get away from her', 'need to walk away from her', 'get away', 'walk away, walk away.'
jinx shrinks as she loosens her grip on her braid, evading her gaze from her sister. and although her voices are warning for her to retreat, she doesn't. her boots are glued to the earth and vi's aura is bright and warm that she might get a migraine from it. she's been deceived so many times and she's still licking her wounds of what transpire before she was brought here. and like hell she will ever get caught up in a web of lies again. no, not again. not ever again. )
( but the hurt that flows in her sister's voice, it bruises her heart severely. she hates to see her sibling hurting and she wants to make whatever is harming her pay. especially if vi shed just one tear. but the thing that's hurting vi... is her. and she doesn't know how... make her stop hurting when she is too. her sibling told her to think about it. she can... at least do that, right? just thinking about it doesn't mean she is giving in or...chasing after something she shouldn't be chasing. )
( her breath catches finally as her shoulders slump and when the little sister speaks, it's barely above a whisper -- her demeanor so different and jarring. )
I...I can't... do quiet. ( the teen admits meekily, head down further to shield her face. ) It... bothers me.