[The edges of her feel soft, smoothed over in a way they rarely do. They are always present, even if Saeri takes care to blunt them around most people. She's made of jagged broken pieces stitched and welded together, tempered steel with the cracks covered and primed to hide them. She knows one wrong move could send it all shattering again.
But like this, with Vi, she feels easy. At peace. Even this topic doesn't feel as heavy, as suffocating. Vi just makes her feel held together.
Or maybe her coffee is working way too well.
She doesn't care which it is as the laughter fades into distant echoes and she just lowers her head a bit, fully settling against Vi like the comfy pillow she is. She even uses a foot to tug a thick blanket over their legs to keep the warmth in. The weather has been pretty shit lately and she's trying not to overuse her firewood and heat stones. The Carriage House isn't as warm as it could be.]
Thanks. It didn't matter, but you're here anyway so...yeah. Thanks. For being ridiculously you.
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But like this, with Vi, she feels easy. At peace. Even this topic doesn't feel as heavy, as suffocating. Vi just makes her feel held together.
Or maybe her coffee is working way too well.
She doesn't care which it is as the laughter fades into distant echoes and she just lowers her head a bit, fully settling against Vi like the comfy pillow she is. She even uses a foot to tug a thick blanket over their legs to keep the warmth in. The weather has been pretty shit lately and she's trying not to overuse her firewood and heat stones. The Carriage House isn't as warm as it could be.]
Thanks. It didn't matter, but you're here anyway so...yeah. Thanks. For being ridiculously you.