[Vanille sees it in Fang's body language, however subtle it may be. she's long since learned and become familiar with the older Pulsian's movements and the meanings behind them—how closed fists resting at her sides means stubbornness, how abruptly turning her head to the side means annoyance, how grabbing the side of her arm means discomfort, how opening her stance means ease.
the way Fang begins the motions to move toward her, pauses, and ultimately remains where she is is more than telling to Vanille.
she knows she cannot blame Fang, but to know whatever it was that had possessed the other woman had changed her to this state of walking on eggshells scares her to her core. to know that in this state, they cannot find comfort in each other's arms...
she hates it.
at the very least, the familiar confidence in Fang's attempt at reassurance brings a strange sort of contentment to Vanille. it's enough to at least get her to respond, however dissonant the mixture of old memories and recent events is. her voice cracking as she begins, she squeaks out,]
You can't keep facing these things on your own, Fang. You know that, right? We—we're supposed to do these things. ["suffer."] Together. Right?
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the way Fang begins the motions to move toward her, pauses, and ultimately remains where she is is more than telling to Vanille.
she knows she cannot blame Fang, but to know whatever it was that had possessed the other woman had changed her to this state of walking on eggshells scares her to her core. to know that in this state, they cannot find comfort in each other's arms...
she hates it.
at the very least, the familiar confidence in Fang's attempt at reassurance brings a strange sort of contentment to Vanille. it's enough to at least get her to respond, however dissonant the mixture of old memories and recent events is. her voice cracking as she begins, she squeaks out,]
You can't keep facing these things on your own, Fang. You know that, right? We—we're supposed to do these things. ["suffer."] Together. Right?