(she's quiet, schneider's scent tickles her senses as she breathes it in and for now, she doesn't dare move or let go. she noticed, the way she clings, how her head buries itself against her. vertin commits to memory this warmth no matter the pain and more; as another thing she would never forget were they to be forced apart again. she wouldn't allow it, if she must admit it. the ache of loss stings different than that time from what should have been her precious youth.
for her, who might struggle to live for now, vertin holds her close and rests her chin at the top of her crown. she knows what she desires to say, that if she desires it most it'd be more than just the morning. that greed exists within her too and vertin isn't so sure if she would ever stop feeling such a way. the way it wants and wants is strong, a demand to let out her own grief and those feelings she can hardly say she understands in the way she was haunted by her.
no matter her dreams, her mind would always return. was she cursed, was she by her with a single kiss and wish that the dear timekeeper never forgets her? her hand rubs into schneider's back through that dress that doesn't fit her. plain, colorless, and nothing more as they stand there before she softly sighs.)
....I'll always stay, Schneider.
(greedy. they would tell her she shouldn't be, she shouldn't do this either with how this feeling never would go away. to that she'd say if she must kill her heart that she would not be a person any longer, to destroy herself to not feel what felt as if for the first time in ages, that she felt alive and more than that.)
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for her, who might struggle to live for now, vertin holds her close and rests her chin at the top of her crown. she knows what she desires to say, that if she desires it most it'd be more than just the morning. that greed exists within her too and vertin isn't so sure if she would ever stop feeling such a way. the way it wants and wants is strong, a demand to let out her own grief and those feelings she can hardly say she understands in the way she was haunted by her.
no matter her dreams, her mind would always return. was she cursed, was she by her with a single kiss and wish that the dear timekeeper never forgets her? her hand rubs into schneider's back through that dress that doesn't fit her. plain, colorless, and nothing more as they stand there before she softly sighs.)
....I'll always stay, Schneider.
(greedy. they would tell her she shouldn't be, she shouldn't do this either with how this feeling never would go away. to that she'd say if she must kill her heart that she would not be a person any longer, to destroy herself to not feel what felt as if for the first time in ages, that she felt alive and more than that.)