[ On the surface, Schneider's expression doesn't change. She keeps that faint little smile on her lips, her expression cool and amused. But Vertin wont miss the way Schneider's hand tightens around hers, or the faint indrawn take of breath]
She did always hang onto that thing, for far too long.
[But then they're back in the suitcase, a universe that felt untouched by the storm and what happened outside. Even if she had also disappeared here in this very space]
(it's warm, she thinks briefly. touch is something that's always grounded her, the sensation and everything. joined hands, gentle brushes of skin when allowed to do such a thing by others. she's noticed clearly in the way their hands are held together; tight and the way schneider briefly seemed breathless at seeing her like this. her hand twines her fingers on instinct between her own whenever they enter her suitcase. the world that was untouched. with gentle rain in the ambience and the sight of it not be that different than the last time.
she can hang up her coat and hat after schneider gets changed, is a thought vertin has about it. there was a bit to go over about everything were there any other questions; she did expect to be asked just about anything though it does little to stop that tiny smile across her lips as her normally distant expression shifts to lightening up a little. for now. there was always something that can shift the mood.)
I thought you might want me to make sure that it wasn't thrown away.
(luckily they didn't seem to take anything or remove anything. they mainly spent time trying to examine her "home" away from everything, as if trying to solve a mystery vertin can say she has yet to solve of her own in places about the space within.)
But, will you be fine? I understand that this is a lot to take in knowing what happened.
(going from being there to just vanishing into thin air, she means, and losing what was her family.)
(could she understand that? perhaps. there was still a familiar nightmare that hung around her just about, the children cheering gleefully as freedom was in their grasp and then....they all became geometric shapes. before her young eyes were children, friends that she once had who wished for nothing more than innocent freedom from what felt as if it were an oppressive atmosphere. all floating away as that ring dropped to the rain coated ground when madam z asked her if she wished to become timekeeper.
a position which she accepted in the end at the young age of twelve as she carried on, hoping, trying, really everything in her power to bring back someone from these storms. in the end, her last attempt worked with regulus. and yet, it also didn't work with schneider because of her humanity. a fact which also haunts her in the end to a degree comparable to that time in her formative years.
for that, with the feeling of schneider's hand on her arm she thinks briefly and....perhaps boldly, she did reach out to if allowed gently pull her close to a hug. she won't make her talk about it; the grief, the feelings, anything she didn't wish to in this moment or perhaps beyond that.
however, she did wish if only a little that this may help.)
I'm sorry.
(the words are soft, but they were of course not said from pity. what is within is understanding. to go from everything to losing it is not something she can speak on; the way their losses happened differs even if the root cause was the storm itself bringing about what almost felt as thought it were divine retribution for humanity and arcanist.
and maybe....there's still that part of her heart that stings about everything.)
If....you find you rather not be alone, whether it be you wish to see me or simply need some manner of reprieve, I won't mind you visiting. Or truthfully, if you find them distrustful, the Foundation that is, you're free to stay here as well.
(they likely might assign schneider the room near hers, anyway, this might help more.)
[Schneider wraps her arms around Vertin impulsively, clinging as her grief rises up in the back of her throat. Truth be told, she had been accepting the first time; knowing she'd soon join her family, there had only been one real wish in her heart.
But living is harder than she thought it would be.
She rests her head against Vertin's chest and exhales softly]
(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.)
...you've kept your previous promise. [Schneider sighs softly, her breath exhaling against Vertin's neck, as she drinks in Vertin's warmth. Warm...she feels alive again, even if it's just for the moment. The cell had been cold, the days passing even colder. But this is a reminder - her heart beats on the right, and Vertin's arms are warm]
So it seems I am compelled to believe in you this time too.
(her word is something she's always fought harder to keep for a reason, now is not the exception to the rule. it's as she remembered from the last time, no matter those differences in past and present. vertin is....comfortable, that perhaps is the best way to explain it. at ease and unable to help the way time seems to stop between. there was nowhere else she'd rather be in this day of quiet than here. some things still need to be done no matter how heavy this burden of hers she carries is, but vertin has always understood this lonesome vigil falls upon her.
for now, it's better she's able to lay down those burdens in the arms of someone; a woman like a ghost who had been there yet not there in how much she felt. like her heart could break any time again and she'd still never let go of what had been them. an arcanist who can hardly use arcanum, a human that could in what had been the longest night of her young life. their actual duel included.)
I never would want to let you down.
(they're there alone, in a quiet place where such words between them would go unheard. whispers and moments in which they could crave more of, against what is and will be lives filled with difficulty.) Is there anything else you'd like tonight, then? I'll do whatever you wish if I can fulfill it. (my, my, such bold words from this young british lady, or perhaps lord was better suited to a handsome girl like her. attractive and like a prince, not just in mannerisms, but dress as well.)
Then...sleep with me, my lord. [A sly smile curves up on Schneider's face and she tightens her grip. She must be a ghost, and this must be purgatory. Except, someone as heroic as Vertin couldn't possibly be plunged into hell. This is real then. A blessing and a curse that mingles together, hopelessly tangled. How fitting that this is her life now]
(ah. she sees that smile, almost as if schneider had an idea that vertin knew nothing about on her mind. vertin is quite warm, this was true, the way her cheeks flushed likely doesn't help that either. for a moment she considers reaching to tug her hat down to cover the way she's blushing, only to instead try poorly to hide it by looking away.) O-of course, Schneider. (a blessing and curse, blessed in their reunion whilst vertin found herself cursed never to forget. there was no way around that and her heart would never allow her to let go after that night; the things she did to her and the effect she had was....different, for lack of a better term.
vertin was never an emotional girl on terms of expressing it, not since back then. closeness was something she permitted herself little of no matter her more physical affections toward others. until recently that is, no matter how she felt as though such things would be used against her again. she is still young, still very much unable to change the way she feels toward others as that heart of hers didn't wish for her to give up.)
Is there anything else then you'd like?
(how unfortunate for vertin that she's hardly stopped the way she's blushing, the way it highlights those freckles across her nose and everything. tonight she's at the mercy of one, in her own desires and more. her poor heart is pounding, whether it's excitement or more than that is the mystery.)
(seems she can be a little relieved there's no rushing, the flush staining her pale yet handsome face eases. they'll see, eventually then how this evening might perhaps go between them. vertin could only hope if anything that misery drifts away in the more quiet hours before she remembers, schneider did more than likely want her actual clothes. she's reluctant to let go, but she knows there's time for that later....she can make a guess that sleeping together entails sharing her bed.
fortunately for them, perhaps not so much for vertin's heart, her bed should be capable of accommodating both herself and schneider. tonight can be spent in what almost feels so very much like she's dreaming no matter how real this warmth feels, schneider's heartbeat, and that scent she might not ever forget.)
I'm not certain if I have much for you to wear to bed, but, you're free to grab whatever might seem comfortable.
(likely at the cost of opening herself to having her clothes go "mysteriously" missing. vertin did have a feeling that might happen, but she couldn't say she'd be against the idea. she can always get more if it meant that schneider felt more at ease.)
[Schneider giggles, letting the moment pass without pushing to tease even more]
Mmm. You're generous. I'll have to see.
[She helps herself to Vertin's wardrobe, and gets a dress shirt. It's long enough on her to be comfortable. She'll have to do shopping later to get her own wardrobe together. She used to have so many more clothes than this...]
(while schneider helped herself, vertin did grab a different set of them for the evening. unsurprisingly she seems to also keep button ups made for sleepwear as well. although her getting changed was in her bathroom to provide some manner of privacy for the time being; they might perhaps be both young ladies, but there was a matter of consideration in her doing that. her back scar is still quite the nasty thing no matter the part where it was exposed by arcana.
or perhaps she found it unsightly enough to others that she's careful on terms of showing it knowing just how she is. for now, vertin gets changed and tucks it carefully into a comfortable pair of trousers before she comes out. both hat and jacket were hung up, the rest was set about in her laundry basket. they'd worry about getting her more clothing as well; it wouldn't do to let her just have a single dress and whatever she borrows personally from vertin's own wardrobe.
even if vertin also notes this would be the first time she's wore her hair down in her presence. the bun she ties it back into is undone by now showing just how lengthy it is, kept at her shoulders and tidy with it near framing her face that way it did during her childhood. with a seat taken on the left side of her bed, she did consider just what tomorrow might bring.
sonetto should be done by then; that meant introductions and other things next. mainly for regulus who briefly met her, ms. moissan, lilya, and yenisei. sotheby and druvis should recognize schneider well enough themselves. she isn't being particularly chatty as usual, but there's still the fact she's at ease and that's enough. she's at ease and the fact this is her new reality is comforting. with or without that eternal chess game.)
[ Vertin's hair draws Schneider's attention as they get ready for bed. It's beautiful of course, even more lovely down and free of that hat. Schneider reaches up to brush her fingers over it as they get under the covers]
Mmm...I must have some kind of luck. Your hair is still the loveliest colour...
[Focusing on things like this kept her mind from wandering too far]
(lovely, framing that boyishly handsome face of hers and likely making her look more like a prince in the way it does. she lays facing schneider and allowing her to mess with it as she pleases; perhaps even flustered a tinge again beneath the dim lights of her bedroom within the suitcase. there's the faint sounds of the rain within being gentle in the background and vertin's tired gray eyes are on schneider's red ones.
she did remember that from when they met, her words about her favorite color being like vertin's hair. even if this young timekeeper is quiet, eventually, she reaches forward after a moment of hesitation to rest a hand upon her cheek. to cup it gently from a small desire to provide what she can do to distract her from thinking about everything again. her hand is soft no matter there being telltale signs of physical activities on it in the form of callouses.)
You mentioned it was your favorite, yes?
(it helps keep her distracted too, from thinking about how close they are at the moment.)
[ Schneider leans into the touch, curling a lock of Vertin's hair around a finger. She exhales softly, her breath ghosting over Vertin's skin]
Yes. You remembered right. Doves are my favourite. And your hair reminds me of them.
[ She murmurs, a smile curving at her lips. A distraction, but Schneider would pretend it's not one at all. After all, why would someone like her need one?]
(soft, warm breath and her hand slowly caressing schneider's cheek. she lays in silence and stares for a moment in thought, she did make such things habit. memorizing details like what one would consider their favorite things; for vertin that was a part of her own preferences to express her gratitude toward those around her. those who are at her side and trying truly to show a girl like her that she isn't as alone as she thinks.
unfortunately it did little to stop said loneliness in another sense, her hand is gentle and her eyes for a brief moment flicker with something unknown in them. soft, fleeting, but there as those eyes which normally do not display much of anything give a small gift for this quiet they would not always have.)
I see....I thought I heard correctly. I don't always wear it down like this.
(she hasn't in quite some time. not since four years ago whenever vertin feels the tension in her fading further at schneider playing with her hair.)
(it did give a sort of air that clashes with her hat, refined yet not. although the more boyish looks from her hair being undone does suit vertin; how it can make her look more handsome while she lays there. she's quiet again and finds herself cracking a small smile no matter the briefness such a thing would have. actual smiles would always be rarer, rarer and more so were it to not carry in them a sort of melancholy no matter the way it makes her eyes near seem more alive. she can agree with schneider on that point, knowing that while her hand warm as ever caresses her cheek.
physical touch would always be how she grounds herself. during such particular moments it helped her to do it when her eyes gradually close. her cheeks slightly flushed at the sight of schneider leaning in, whatever her wish is for the moment vertin would not deny it. be it to bury more into her or something else as the memory is still there of that kiss in the rain.)
I'll memorize them all, whenever you do wish to tell me about it.
(her charm, seems to be out and about no matter the way her heart hammers in her chest. a sort of thoughtful behavior that differs from most in her earnestness; her mind transfixed and wondering if she should lean in too. because, any closer and....truth be told, schneider might feel not just the way vertin's heart pounds but how warm her breath is against her lips or otherwise.)
[Schneider laughs again, a soft exhalation of wonder. Then she traces her fingertips over Vertin's cheek, the curve of it and then lower, leaning in closer]
How lovely. You know exactly what a girl likes to hear, don't you?
[Her voice is soft and teasing, wondering if Vertin would take the initiative this time or not]
(vertin breathes in a bit sharply, fingertips along her cheek as the thought is there. warmth spreads to them and makes her face run hotter when finally, after a brief moment of thoughtful hesitation she starts to lean in closer. her heart is pounding, the sound of it ringing in her ears again from the way their quiet conversation shifts. flirtations, they come natural in response to schneider's presence and perhaps even words of her own.)
....perhaps. I do often get told it's a desirable trait for someone to desire to remember such details, particularly if it's someone they find themselves unable to look away from.
(no matter her flushed cheeks, she replies. her breath soft and warm when she notices how their lips are so very close. her hand hadn't stopped it's soft movements and strokes along schneider's own cheek. vertin is thoughtful, quiet, and even considering. should she? may she? she was never allowed many things in st. pavlov and it becomes more evident. no matter it all; they were all taken away from her with ease before her indecisiveness comes to an end from her heart desiring what it desires.
she comes forward, the initiative this time taken by this young lady who was often so quiet and closed off. her lips, her kiss, gentle though the under current of yearning is in it. longing, yearning, words she may never say exist in her beating heart which pounds harshly in her chest. a thrum of emotions vertin could never say she's felt. whatever it is, it longs deep and it yearns within her in this blessing/curse upon her.)
[ Schneider wasn't sure if Vertin would but she does and there's a strange sense of calm that washes over her in response. Her pulse quickens a little and she tilts her head just so their noses don't bump.
Schneider is used to people looking at her a certain way. She is also used to people taking the lead, thinking they could take advantage of a young woman who did not know how to take care of herself. Those kisses were always rougher, heated, angry. Schneider always made sure to pay back those presumptions tenfold.
It's different being kissed so gently, held so tenderly as if one small movement would shatter her. So she melts into the kiss, sliding her hand over Vertin's neck to keep her from moving back]
(for all her struggles, vertin is....far more softer than most would be in these moments. some things are difficult, uncharted territory which she is faced often with against a storm of her own when it comes to allowing others past the constant wall she keeps around her heart. around herself, even. kissing is something she never had done back then; not even until recently when her first had been whisked away by schneider under her umbrella. there is no anger, no roughness to it. heated might come in a different sense were it to be pushed there, but vertin would never be so foolish to presume things.
there were always comments on her looks, how handsome she is and occasionally women did flirt with her in her travels. however, she never spent the night with them either. she would speak and keep her distance which had eventually turned to a pointless struggle ever since their meeting. she breaks past vertin's carefully crafted lockbox around her heart and reaches out to it with her own similarities. her own feelings which resonated strongly within the timekeeper she couldn't help the way it swept her up along the waves.
she wouldn't dare pull away as one arm gradually wraps around schneider's waist; the other eventually moving to find a resting spot along her back on instinct. she lacks experience, but she melts all the same and follows what feels right in this moment. and that would be to kiss her, to melt in passion. they only had nothing but time to quiet away within the early hours of the evening be it talking or joined lips and more.
all vertin knows is that her heart would never stop pounding the way that it is now before her.)
[It's a soft, gentle kiss that would have driven Schneider to impatience normally. But the night is long and the morning will be longer. For once, there may very well be time. Her fingers curl against Vertin's hair, tightening briefly before she releases and pulls back, a sly little smile tugging at her lips]
Not bad.
[Her heart is fluttering, and for a little while, she thinks she can escape the yearning ache deep in her chest. She has lost everything that mattered. But maybe this gentle little warmth can remind her that not all hope is gone.
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She did always hang onto that thing, for far too long.
[But then they're back in the suitcase, a universe that felt untouched by the storm and what happened outside. Even if she had also disappeared here in this very space]
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she can hang up her coat and hat after schneider gets changed, is a thought vertin has about it. there was a bit to go over about everything were there any other questions; she did expect to be asked just about anything though it does little to stop that tiny smile across her lips as her normally distant expression shifts to lightening up a little. for now. there was always something that can shift the mood.)
I thought you might want me to make sure that it wasn't thrown away.
(luckily they didn't seem to take anything or remove anything. they mainly spent time trying to examine her "home" away from everything, as if trying to solve a mystery vertin can say she has yet to solve of her own in places about the space within.)
But, will you be fine? I understand that this is a lot to take in knowing what happened.
(going from being there to just vanishing into thin air, she means, and losing what was her family.)
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Was she alright?
No.
]
My lord, you may have just awakened but I...I have regained myself for some time.
[ Schneider says, touching her hand to Vertin's arm]
...Even so, I do not think I will be "fine" for quite some time.
[But she smiles ]
Ah. But I will not be the type to fall into fits of madness or hysteria, let me assure you of that much.
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a position which she accepted in the end at the young age of twelve as she carried on, hoping, trying, really everything in her power to bring back someone from these storms. in the end, her last attempt worked with regulus. and yet, it also didn't work with schneider because of her humanity. a fact which also haunts her in the end to a degree comparable to that time in her formative years.
for that, with the feeling of schneider's hand on her arm she thinks briefly and....perhaps boldly, she did reach out to if allowed gently pull her close to a hug. she won't make her talk about it; the grief, the feelings, anything she didn't wish to in this moment or perhaps beyond that.
however, she did wish if only a little that this may help.)
I'm sorry.
(the words are soft, but they were of course not said from pity. what is within is understanding. to go from everything to losing it is not something she can speak on; the way their losses happened differs even if the root cause was the storm itself bringing about what almost felt as thought it were divine retribution for humanity and arcanist.
and maybe....there's still that part of her heart that stings about everything.)
If....you find you rather not be alone, whether it be you wish to see me or simply need some manner of reprieve, I won't mind you visiting. Or truthfully, if you find them distrustful, the Foundation that is, you're free to stay here as well.
(they likely might assign schneider the room near hers, anyway, this might help more.)
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But living is harder than she thought it would be.
She rests her head against Vertin's chest and exhales softly]
...stay with me now, then. Until the morning.
[She's grateful for this much, greedy for more]
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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.)
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So it seems I am compelled to believe in you this time too.
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for now, it's better she's able to lay down those burdens in the arms of someone; a woman like a ghost who had been there yet not there in how much she felt. like her heart could break any time again and she'd still never let go of what had been them. an arcanist who can hardly use arcanum, a human that could in what had been the longest night of her young life. their actual duel included.)
I never would want to let you down.
(they're there alone, in a quiet place where such words between them would go unheard. whispers and moments in which they could crave more of, against what is and will be lives filled with difficulty.) Is there anything else you'd like tonight, then? I'll do whatever you wish if I can fulfill it. (my, my, such bold words from this young british lady, or perhaps lord was better suited to a handsome girl like her. attractive and like a prince, not just in mannerisms, but dress as well.)
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I am cold, and you are so very warm.
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vertin was never an emotional girl on terms of expressing it, not since back then. closeness was something she permitted herself little of no matter her more physical affections toward others. until recently that is, no matter how she felt as though such things would be used against her again. she is still young, still very much unable to change the way she feels toward others as that heart of hers didn't wish for her to give up.)
Is there anything else then you'd like?
(how unfortunate for vertin that she's hardly stopped the way she's blushing, the way it highlights those freckles across her nose and everything. tonight she's at the mercy of one, in her own desires and more. her poor heart is pounding, whether it's excitement or more than that is the mystery.)
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I will not push my luck just yet.
[For now, this was enough]</small.
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fortunately for them, perhaps not so much for vertin's heart, her bed should be capable of accommodating both herself and schneider. tonight can be spent in what almost feels so very much like she's dreaming no matter how real this warmth feels, schneider's heartbeat, and that scent she might not ever forget.)
I'm not certain if I have much for you to wear to bed, but, you're free to grab whatever might seem comfortable.
(likely at the cost of opening herself to having her clothes go "mysteriously" missing. vertin did have a feeling that might happen, but she couldn't say she'd be against the idea. she can always get more if it meant that schneider felt more at ease.)
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Mmm. You're generous. I'll have to see.
[She helps herself to Vertin's wardrobe, and gets a dress shirt. It's long enough on her to be comfortable. She'll have to do shopping later to get her own wardrobe together. She used to have so many more clothes than this...]
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(while schneider helped herself, vertin did grab a different set of them for the evening. unsurprisingly she seems to also keep button ups made for sleepwear as well. although her getting changed was in her bathroom to provide some manner of privacy for the time being; they might perhaps be both young ladies, but there was a matter of consideration in her doing that. her back scar is still quite the nasty thing no matter the part where it was exposed by arcana.
or perhaps she found it unsightly enough to others that she's careful on terms of showing it knowing just how she is. for now, vertin gets changed and tucks it carefully into a comfortable pair of trousers before she comes out. both hat and jacket were hung up, the rest was set about in her laundry basket. they'd worry about getting her more clothing as well; it wouldn't do to let her just have a single dress and whatever she borrows personally from vertin's own wardrobe.
even if vertin also notes this would be the first time she's wore her hair down in her presence. the bun she ties it back into is undone by now showing just how lengthy it is, kept at her shoulders and tidy with it near framing her face that way it did during her childhood. with a seat taken on the left side of her bed, she did consider just what tomorrow might bring.
sonetto should be done by then; that meant introductions and other things next. mainly for regulus who briefly met her, ms. moissan, lilya, and yenisei. sotheby and druvis should recognize schneider well enough themselves. she isn't being particularly chatty as usual, but there's still the fact she's at ease and that's enough. she's at ease and the fact this is her new reality is comforting. with or without that eternal chess game.)
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Mmm...I must have some kind of luck. Your hair is still the loveliest colour...
[Focusing on things like this kept her mind from wandering too far]
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she did remember that from when they met, her words about her favorite color being like vertin's hair. even if this young timekeeper is quiet, eventually, she reaches forward after a moment of hesitation to rest a hand upon her cheek. to cup it gently from a small desire to provide what she can do to distract her from thinking about everything again. her hand is soft no matter there being telltale signs of physical activities on it in the form of callouses.)
You mentioned it was your favorite, yes?
(it helps keep her distracted too, from thinking about how close they are at the moment.)
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Yes. You remembered right. Doves are my favourite. And your hair reminds me of them.
[ She murmurs, a smile curving at her lips. A distraction, but Schneider would pretend it's not one at all. After all, why would someone like her need one?]
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unfortunately it did little to stop said loneliness in another sense, her hand is gentle and her eyes for a brief moment flicker with something unknown in them. soft, fleeting, but there as those eyes which normally do not display much of anything give a small gift for this quiet they would not always have.)
I see....I thought I heard correctly. I don't always wear it down like this.
(she hasn't in quite some time. not since four years ago whenever vertin feels the tension in her fading further at schneider playing with her hair.)
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[ Schneider hums in understanding, twirling a silky strand around her finger gently before letting go]
A shame. But it would not suit your hat.
[ Not quite as dapper. Schneider sighs softly, leaning in as her eyes close]
I can tell you about my favourite birds later.
[ a small offering , a willingness to unfurl and open up]
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physical touch would always be how she grounds herself. during such particular moments it helped her to do it when her eyes gradually close. her cheeks slightly flushed at the sight of schneider leaning in, whatever her wish is for the moment vertin would not deny it. be it to bury more into her or something else as the memory is still there of that kiss in the rain.)
I'll memorize them all, whenever you do wish to tell me about it.
(her charm, seems to be out and about no matter the way her heart hammers in her chest. a sort of thoughtful behavior that differs from most in her earnestness; her mind transfixed and wondering if she should lean in too. because, any closer and....truth be told, schneider might feel not just the way vertin's heart pounds but how warm her breath is against her lips or otherwise.)
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How lovely. You know exactly what a girl likes to hear, don't you?
[Her voice is soft and teasing, wondering if Vertin would take the initiative this time or not]
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....perhaps. I do often get told it's a desirable trait for someone to desire to remember such details, particularly if it's someone they find themselves unable to look away from.
(no matter her flushed cheeks, she replies. her breath soft and warm when she notices how their lips are so very close. her hand hadn't stopped it's soft movements and strokes along schneider's own cheek. vertin is thoughtful, quiet, and even considering. should she? may she? she was never allowed many things in st. pavlov and it becomes more evident. no matter it all; they were all taken away from her with ease before her indecisiveness comes to an end from her heart desiring what it desires.
she comes forward, the initiative this time taken by this young lady who was often so quiet and closed off. her lips, her kiss, gentle though the under current of yearning is in it. longing, yearning, words she may never say exist in her beating heart which pounds harshly in her chest. a thrum of emotions vertin could never say she's felt. whatever it is, it longs deep and it yearns within her in this blessing/curse upon her.)
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Schneider is used to people looking at her a certain way. She is also used to people taking the lead, thinking they could take advantage of a young woman who did not know how to take care of herself. Those kisses were always rougher, heated, angry. Schneider always made sure to pay back those presumptions tenfold.
It's different being kissed so gently, held so tenderly as if one small movement would shatter her. So she melts into the kiss, sliding her hand over Vertin's neck to keep her from moving back]
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there were always comments on her looks, how handsome she is and occasionally women did flirt with her in her travels. however, she never spent the night with them either. she would speak and keep her distance which had eventually turned to a pointless struggle ever since their meeting. she breaks past vertin's carefully crafted lockbox around her heart and reaches out to it with her own similarities. her own feelings which resonated strongly within the timekeeper she couldn't help the way it swept her up along the waves.
she wouldn't dare pull away as one arm gradually wraps around schneider's waist; the other eventually moving to find a resting spot along her back on instinct. she lacks experience, but she melts all the same and follows what feels right in this moment. and that would be to kiss her, to melt in passion. they only had nothing but time to quiet away within the early hours of the evening be it talking or joined lips and more.
all vertin knows is that her heart would never stop pounding the way that it is now before her.)
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Not bad.
[Her heart is fluttering, and for a little while, she thinks she can escape the yearning ache deep in her chest. She has lost everything that mattered. But maybe this gentle little warmth can remind her that not all hope is gone.
Not yet]
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what did dreamwidth do to my tag???? orz
ur fine btw, sucks its been eating things lately x.x
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