( cmo ) general rp

[hopes]

play with me! ☆

my character list is here, while my (outdated) rp wishlist is here! go crazy with whatever you wanna throw at me; leave the character you want to thread with in the subject, and i'm cool doing or replying to starters!

body heat / fluff / insomnia / rain / realistic college au / reunion / soulmates / stargazing

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[feigned]

[Vanille can't tell if Fang's intent is well-meaning or admonishing—maybe a little bit of both?—but she knows what the other is trying to get at. if only things had been a little different, if she hadn't already begun transforming... but she's well aware that what's happened has already happened, and they're among the best to understand that.]

I know, it's just... it's been hard. In any other situation, I would run away and forget about it, but... I can't do that to you, Fang. You know I can't.

[there's a poignant pause as the current song comes to an end, then:]

But I'll try. [she attempts a half-smile, her intention well-meaning, even if it is a bit sad.] Okay?

[belligerentwarrior]

[Well-meaning or not, something about her wording and sad-twinged smile made the unease in Fang's gut spread. Vanille deserved better than this; better than what's befallen her in the past, better than what Ryslig offered, and definitely better than what awaited her back home.]

[Taking advantage of the space between songs, the hand at Vanille's waist slips around her back, pulling the younger Pulsian into a hug.] You know this isn't running. We aren't pretending everything just went away.

[At least, Fang isn't. She's been keenly aware that she's one of several humans in a building full of monsters, and that her own transformation could be any day now. Her tone stays encouraging, trying her damnedest to chase that forlorn hint out of Vanille's expression.] There's nothing wrong with enjoying what you've got, when you've got it.

[And that, too, is something they were among the best to understand. So many—too many—pieces of their lives have passed in blinks: family, homes, friends. And apparently, they keep losing each other when they aren't careful.]

slowly makes the rounds on decades old threads...

[feigned]

I almost wish it did.

[though her words retain a hint of melancholy, Vanille's expression, for what it's worth, softens considerably once she hears those reassuring words. she leans into Fang's embrace, folding her wings in—both as a protective measure, as well as an almost intimate one. with their arms still wrapped around each other, she resumes swaying gently as the music starts up once again; her grip is light, so as to avoid nicking Fang again, but the unspoken "I never want to let go" still remains.]

Thank you, Fang.

[belligerentwarrior]

Mhmm. [Fang sways along easily. The knot in her stomach unwinds slightly, but the root of the problem remained; something to deal with later. Vanille's wings were warm and welcome with that draft from outdoors. Fang gently touches her lips to the crown of the gargoyle's head; a reassuring gesture to reassuring words.]

Someone's gotta knock sense into you. [And then her tone shifts to the playful.]