giselle! at least, i really hope this is you? oh man. haha. i'm sort of blanking out. uh. well, if this isn't you i'll just. try again once i remember your username? that should work.
anyway i just wanted to let you know i found a bunch of stuff you could use! for sewing, i mean. cloth and thread and stuff like that. no needles but maybe i can help find something?? do you have somewhere you'd like me to bring it or.
That's great news! This is Venus, right? You can come to my room, or I can come get it from you. I just appreciate you reaching out. I can whittle a piece of metal down easily.
right! oh. i probably should have said that. haha. sorry? i kind of just wanted to let you know before i tried moving all this anywhere.
anyway i'd love to bring it over! which room are you again? i'm at 4.29 so if you're in the area you can. come help me pick up i guess?? but i can get it over to you no problem. whatever's easiest.
It's not a problem! I figured it out quickly enough. Aphrodite was a clever enough clue. I wouldn't want you to carry all of that for my sake, so I'll come help you and lead you back to my room. Morgana is out right now, so it's the perfect time to do it.
[ and a few minutes later venus will hear a knocking at the door. ]
Hellooo? These doors are so thick, I hope you can hear me through it. They really could use a heurtoir.
haha. you're the first person to say that? but thank you :) and only if you're sure! i'm a lot stronger than i look.
[ but it's an unnecessary, unheeded warning. there's a knock at the door, and venus answers as she opens it- ]
Hello! Hey there. And- I don't really know what that is?? A who-twa.
[ the translator, as based as it is off intent, still manages to do justice to what is unquestionably the worst mangling of french on the station. wow. off to a great start, venus!! she smiles, more than a little sheepishly, and opens the door fully. ]
So it's, um- it's in the bathroom? Like, all over it. I don't really know how it showed up, but free stuff, right?
[ this is probably the most thankful she's ever felt about being taught to keep the bathroom clean. even if it is a spooky space bathroom, the idea giselle rummaging around in there already seems - off. inappropriate. ]
A door-knocker! I feel my peasant-ness when I put it like that. [ a sigh. without thinking twice about it, she heads towards venus's bathroom. she cleaned bathrooms for a living. there's nothing in here she hasn't seen before, and really, after yukimasa, could anything truly surprise her? ] Lovely! So, what do you think? Do you want me to take your measurements?
Hyeuw-twauh?? [ bless her heart, she's trying. she's not doing well, but she's getting a little bit closer to the sounds coming out of giselle's mouth. still, when giselle switches to "door-knocker," she can't help the instant look of relief. ] Oh! One of the ones hanging down below a peephole, right? I know those!
[ with that established, she follows giselle to the bathroom (and lets loose a quiet sigh of relief when giselle doesn't recoil from the scene). it's... there's no way around it, it's pretty bad in there. the bathroom itself is just fine - recently cleaned, no water, the toilet bowl neatly closed so nothing can fall in. the problem is the horrorshow of fabric and thread all over it. it's like someone tried to tp the place with a bunch of spools and bolts. ]
And, um- measurements might be nice?? I've never really taken them, so...
[ it's a lie, but not really in spirit? after all, "baby boy's first suit and tie" doesn't count when you're fifteen. and also, there's the part where not a single one of those measurements probably fits for her anymore. turns out reshaping your body like clay has some interesting consequences on your wardrobe.
a memory flits through her mind, of a tailor's hand going up the inside of her leg. her stomach seizes up, and she falters for a moment before- ]
-wait. [ this isn't exactly the kind of situation she wanted to mention this in, but- it's not like she's ashamed, particularly? it's just. a lot. she's not sure the nerves will ever go away around this. ] Sorry, actually, can we- talk about that? Just for a second.
she listens to venus carefully as she tries to take visual inventory of the sheer amount of tailoring materials that had fallen into her lap — it was. well, more than she expected. she feels at some of the fabric, trying to get a sense of the viscosity. it seemed good — better than using thin, sheer bedsheets. ]
Of course. [ she paws at some red fabric — velour. it had a deep color and looked quite romantic. she throws it around her shoulders and immediately feels a lot better than she did upon waking up in a jumpsuit this morning. ] What is it, Venus?
[ she doesn't sound too torn up over it - but she doesn't sound like she's happy about it?? or maybe it's the thing she has to say that's making her sound like that. she bites her lip, and she scuffs one of her boots gently against the floor, and her wings twitch nervously as she tries to get her words together.
thank god giselle is busy in there with the fabric. she's not sure she could say these things with someone that pretty looking at her. not sober, at least. ]
It's... There's a part you have to measure up the leg, right? Inseam. I think that's it, at least. And- sometimes, you run a hand up, because, I guess you have to? And that makes sense, and I get it, because, haha, of course it does? I mean, you have to know how pants will fit, right? [ words are tumbling out of her mouth unchecked, her nerves fraying down a bit as she tries to approach what she needs to say from any angle she can. ] But, when you- do the thing, the hand thing, sometimes you can go too far up the leg, or maybe it's as far as you need to?? I don't really, I don't sew, so...
[ she crosses her arms, a nervous and tight gesture - one trying to minimize the space she's taking up in the room. her wings are tight behind her, her shoulders ducked a little. ]
I- I'm not like most girls. [ her voice trips, stutters on the words. why is she having so much trouble now? when she tells herself she's the devil, when she does shots in front of teens and talks about being the world's evils, the words flow out without any problem. but now the glass is broken, the words trickling through each and every crack, and it's everything venus can do to keep her voice together. she feels like a scared young boy again, and she hates that. ] It's- I'm-
[ she is the devil. none of this matters, right? she is light and warmth and a hundred eyes given flesh. it doesn't matter what the world thinks of her, because she has neptune and jupiter and the devil's voice behind her, so she doesn't have to care what anyone thinks as she blurts out- ]
I was born a boy.
[ -even if she does, so much more than she wants to admit. ]
why venus reminded her of him — why she felt so fond of her. giselle's milky smile does not leave her face, even as venus's tone wanes and rises. the moment she lets it out, she wraps her arms around her neck. the velour fabric will probably brush against her cheek — it's plush and feels like a warm teddy bear. ]
You're so brave for telling me, Venus. I'm so sorry you have to carry all that weight. But you're still the same girl I met only a week ago — sweet, kind, and as beautiful as the night sky. [ when she pulls back, venus can see her face is dewy. ] I know a man.. and I imagine he has been through much of what you have. He.. He's very important to me. The most important thing there is. I hope you can meet him soon. Are you alright? I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, I got ahead of myself.
[ giselle is turning around, and even as venus gets the last few words out she can't help the way her chest tightens and her stomach turns. she's worried, she's so worried about the words that will come out of giselle's mouth next-
-and then giselle is holding her, and there's a fabric that feels familiar and soothing against her face, and the tension leaves her body all at once. her eyes are watering up - all of them, across her wings and face and body - and even before giselle pulls back, venus can see her eyes watering up too. ]
Hey, that's not fair. If you cry, then I'm going to cry, and then we're just- stuck? Stuck like that. Haha.
[ but she doesn't break down crying. not yet, at least. she brings her hands up, wiping at her eyes with her palms and trying to get her breath under control. the most important thing there is. giselle talks about him the way she'd talk about neptune and jupiter, and even if venus can't tell whether people are lying or not she doesn't need to to understand what giselle means.
she really was lucky to meet giselle. what a wonderful woman. ]
I'd... I'd really like to meet him. [ her smile, even through misty eyes and reddened cheeks, is positively radiant. ] And I'm alright. More than alright? I just- didn't want you to be surprised. Or upset? Or really anything like that.
[ it's so much easier already. all the fear is just... gone. as long as giselle knows, and as long as she's still okay with her, then she doesn't have to worry about any of this. ]
There's nothing wrong with tears. I just want you to know how I feel.
[ she doesn't wipe at her face — she lets the dew swell up and run. ]
I appreciate you trusting me enough to let me know. But don't feel like you have to reveal too much of yourself if you don't want to. If we're making a dress, I mostly need your shoulder width and waist size. Don't worry. [ making pants was a different story, but that isn't what she said she would make venus. and now she's sure that venus deserves a pretty dress, befitting her pretty face. ] Michel. He's a decent man. I've never met someone so considerate of everyone they meet. He has been far beyond kind to me. And I know.. we will meet again. If not here, then somewhere else.
[ oh man, she's ACTUALLY CRYING. or, well, she's not getting choked up or anything, but- that's still definitely tears running down her face. for a moment, venus looks away from her, but she can't keep it up for long; soon all her eyes are back on the other woman. ]
Right! Right. Shoulders and waist should be- really easy [ she hesitates, then steps into the room with giselle. it's a little crowded, especially with her wings, but like this she can help pick up some of the mess. ] Michel. He sounds... really wonderful.
[ like this, some of her eyes still can see giselle - but that's not fair to her, is it? it's hardly face-to-face. so she turns, a load of cloth in her arms, and smiles directly at her. ]
I do, too. But wherever he is, he's probably doing fine. He's resilient. So I'm trying not to worry too much. I want to do what I can to find him, but as of right now.. I'm not sure what that might be.
[ a sigh. she'd talked with lapis about going to the planet down below. if there was any chance he was there.. any, at all.. she would go in a heartbeat. ]
Is there a color you like? Or a type of fabric? We have a lot to pick from!
He must be really strong. You, too. I'm not... really sure if I could handle that.
[ being separated from neptune and jupiter - it'd break her. she's sure of that. so she tries not to think for too long about it; she moves on, thinking as hard as she can about what kind of answer she can give.
she gives up about five seconds in. ]
Sorry? I don't... really know that much about fabric, or colors, or anything like that. [ she gives that same wan smile - the one she wishes desperately were a bit brighter right now. ] Um. Something... soft, maybe? What do you think would look nice...?
[ all the options in the world, and it's only paralyzing her. it's sad, when she thinks about it. ]
I'm just a normal woman. Nothing special. But thank you.
[ she's too humble to say anything more — she knew she had endured a lot, but she had her faults too. ]
Hmm.. [ she fingers through the fabrics, giving each a soft caress to judge the texture. ] What do you think about this? It'll be comfortable, so it's something you could wear every day.
[ she pulls out a black cotton blend — it isn't anything fancy, but it does feel nice and soft. ]
[ she watches giselle thumb through the fabrics with interest. she's never done anything like this before - at least, not in a way she could appreciate. memories of shopping trips with her parents, of trying on one pair of jeans after another, one polo and button-up after another, all flash through her head. this is... so much different? so much more personal.
she's blushing a little as she feels the fabric. ]
This is... nice. [ she nods, at first - and then she winces. ] Sorry! Sorry. That probably doesn't sound very excited, huh? I just mean- it's really nice? It's just... so much different to what I've had to wear.
[ she sighs - a small, almost dreamy little sound - and smiles. ]
I'm glad! It shouldn't take me too long to whip something up if I just use this one fabric.. hm. It won't have any lining, but judging by what most people seem to be wearing, that's pretty normal nowadays.
[ back in my day we wore slips, corsets, bloomers, the whole nine yards!! ]
You'll look really pretty. [ giselle reaches forward and gingerly brushes a tuft of venus's bangs back. she really did favor michel — even in appearance. she fought the tug in her heart telling her this was the universe taunting her, because.. venus was a complete person. whole and realized. and she wanted her to be happy, too.
when she retracts her hand, she picks at the color of her jumpsuit. ] I can't wait to get out of this horrid thing. Hm.. I think I will go with red for my own gown. I've never had a red dress! Indigos and reds are so hard to get your hands on. We could never get the coin to pay for any frivolities. But.. I think I'll indulge myself. Hopefully God won't judge me too harshly. Hehe.
[ she doesn't really know what something would look like with lining or without. but even with her inexperience, she does think for a moment about it - a pretty black dress, her arms and wings free. nothing fancy, just... something nice. something that fits.
she doesn't even realize she's started crying again until giselle reaches out and brushes at her hair, and everything comes to a head. it's overwhelming. everything is. she tries to speak, and her voice catches in her throat, and her watery eyes drop down to the floor. "you're just saying that," she wants to laugh it off, or "you don't have to say that kind of thing," or "i always figured i'd just sort of fine with jeans," and none of it comes out.
she manages to speak, her voice so much smaller than usual: ]
I'll fight him if he does. [ a small laugh, one that only barely manages to hold back the tears. she grabs her elbow, trying to feel even a tiny bit of jupiter's pressure from her own warm hands. ] That wouldn't be fair? For God to judge someone who's so nice. That'd be too cruel to imagine.
Do you think so? [ she runs her thumb across the fabric as she holds it in her hand, lets herself be taken by the tactile sensation. ] Sometimes I wonder how many infractions I've made against Him. I'm not keeping a tally, of course.. But I wonder what he'd say about me. What would happen if an Angel came here. Would I be saved, or left behind?
[ if Michel was here. her angel. the man that had saved her from the dark — what if it was any other? gabriel? uriel? would they mark her as cursed? ultimately, it didn't matter. they had written their own sacred text, lived out their own testament. the destiny they had created together was the path she chose to walk on. ]
[ venus listens quietly as she gets her breathing back under control. it's... a lot to think about, in more ways than one. she knows what she'd tell jupiter, or neptune, or so many others. "why does that matter?" "it doesn't matter how much good or bad you do, he only cares about the good people to begin with." "why not leave him behind?"
but giselle's... not like them. venus hasn't known her long, but even she can see that. so she thinks over her words with a surprising amount of care, wiping gingerly at her eyes and sniffling enough that her voice sounds normal again, and she finally says: ]
I think... mm. My pastor used to say that it didn't matter how many things you did wrong. [ she recalls the words easily enough, trying to not focus on the implications beneath them as she speaks. ] That if you were a good person at heart, God would always take you back when you asked. Maybe that's all that matters?
[ it's that if that makes this all so difficult to say. if you were a good person at heart. how long did it take her to come to terms with being... well, not? how did neptune, how did jupiter handle it?
the devil's in the details. maybe giselle won't focus on them for now. ]
It was attached to my headphones, but it isn't mine. It has my music in it, plus some I haven't ever heard of before, so all things considered I'm assuming it was meant for me.
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at least, i really hope this is you?
oh man. haha. i'm sort of blanking out. uh.
well, if this isn't you i'll just. try again once i remember your username?
that should work.
anyway i just wanted to let you know
i found a bunch of stuff you could use!
for sewing, i mean. cloth and thread and stuff like that.
no needles but maybe i can help find something??
do you have somewhere you'd like me to bring it or.
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That's great news! This is Venus, right? You can come to my room, or I can come get it from you. I just appreciate you reaching out. I can whittle a piece of metal down easily.
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oh. i probably should have said that. haha.
sorry? i kind of just wanted to let you know before i tried moving all this anywhere.
anyway i'd love to bring it over!
which room are you again? i'm at 4.29 so if you're in the area you can. come help me pick up i guess??
but i can get it over to you no problem. whatever's easiest.
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[ and a few minutes later venus will hear a knocking at the door. ]
Hellooo? These doors are so thick, I hope you can hear me through it. They really could use a heurtoir.
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and only if you're sure! i'm a lot stronger than i look.
[ but it's an unnecessary, unheeded warning. there's a knock at the door, and venus answers as she opens it- ]
Hello! Hey there. And- I don't really know what that is?? A who-twa.
[ the translator, as based as it is off intent, still manages to do justice to what is unquestionably the worst mangling of french on the station. wow. off to a great start, venus!! she smiles, more than a little sheepishly, and opens the door fully. ]
So it's, um- it's in the bathroom? Like, all over it. I don't really know how it showed up, but free stuff, right?
[ this is probably the most thankful she's ever felt about being taught to keep the bathroom clean. even if it is a spooky space bathroom, the idea giselle rummaging around in there already seems - off. inappropriate. ]
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[ she repeats like a draconian school teacher. ]
A door-knocker! I feel my peasant-ness when I put it like that. [ a sigh. without thinking twice about it, she heads towards venus's bathroom. she cleaned bathrooms for a living. there's nothing in here she hasn't seen before, and really, after yukimasa, could anything truly surprise her? ] Lovely! So, what do you think? Do you want me to take your measurements?
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[ with that established, she follows giselle to the bathroom (and lets loose a quiet sigh of relief when giselle doesn't recoil from the scene). it's... there's no way around it, it's pretty bad in there. the bathroom itself is just fine - recently cleaned, no water, the toilet bowl neatly closed so nothing can fall in. the problem is the horrorshow of fabric and thread all over it. it's like someone tried to tp the place with a bunch of spools and bolts. ]
And, um- measurements might be nice?? I've never really taken them, so...
[ it's a lie, but not really in spirit? after all, "baby boy's first suit and tie" doesn't count when you're fifteen. and also, there's the part where not a single one of those measurements probably fits for her anymore. turns out reshaping your body like clay has some interesting consequences on your wardrobe.
a memory flits through her mind, of a tailor's hand going up the inside of her leg. her stomach seizes up, and she falters for a moment before- ]
-wait. [ this isn't exactly the kind of situation she wanted to mention this in, but- it's not like she's ashamed, particularly? it's just. a lot. she's not sure the nerves will ever go away around this. ] Sorry, actually, can we- talk about that? Just for a second.
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[ she repeats it again, slower.
she listens to venus carefully as she tries to take visual inventory of the sheer amount of tailoring materials that had fallen into her lap — it was. well, more than she expected. she feels at some of the fabric, trying to get a sense of the viscosity. it seemed good — better than using thin, sheer bedsheets. ]
Of course. [ she paws at some red fabric — velour. it had a deep color and looked quite romantic. she throws it around her shoulders and immediately feels a lot better than she did upon waking up in a jumpsuit this morning. ] What is it, Venus?
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[ she doesn't sound too torn up over it - but she doesn't sound like she's happy about it?? or maybe it's the thing she has to say that's making her sound like that. she bites her lip, and she scuffs one of her boots gently against the floor, and her wings twitch nervously as she tries to get her words together.
thank god giselle is busy in there with the fabric. she's not sure she could say these things with someone that pretty looking at her. not sober, at least. ]
It's... There's a part you have to measure up the leg, right? Inseam. I think that's it, at least. And- sometimes, you run a hand up, because, I guess you have to? And that makes sense, and I get it, because, haha, of course it does? I mean, you have to know how pants will fit, right? [ words are tumbling out of her mouth unchecked, her nerves fraying down a bit as she tries to approach what she needs to say from any angle she can. ] But, when you- do the thing, the hand thing, sometimes you can go too far up the leg, or maybe it's as far as you need to?? I don't really, I don't sew, so...
[ she crosses her arms, a nervous and tight gesture - one trying to minimize the space she's taking up in the room. her wings are tight behind her, her shoulders ducked a little. ]
I- I'm not like most girls. [ her voice trips, stutters on the words. why is she having so much trouble now? when she tells herself she's the devil, when she does shots in front of teens and talks about being the world's evils, the words flow out without any problem. but now the glass is broken, the words trickling through each and every crack, and it's everything venus can do to keep her voice together. she feels like a scared young boy again, and she hates that. ] It's- I'm-
[ she is the devil. none of this matters, right? she is light and warmth and a hundred eyes given flesh. it doesn't matter what the world thinks of her, because she has neptune and jupiter and the devil's voice behind her, so she doesn't have to care what anyone thinks as she blurts out- ]
I was born a boy.
[ -even if she does, so much more than she wants to admit. ]
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why venus reminded her of him — why she felt so fond of her. giselle's milky smile does not leave her face, even as venus's tone wanes and rises. the moment she lets it out, she wraps her arms around her neck. the velour fabric will probably brush against her cheek — it's plush and feels like a warm teddy bear. ]
You're so brave for telling me, Venus. I'm so sorry you have to carry all that weight. But you're still the same girl I met only a week ago — sweet, kind, and as beautiful as the night sky. [ when she pulls back, venus can see her face is dewy. ] I know a man.. and I imagine he has been through much of what you have. He.. He's very important to me. The most important thing there is. I hope you can meet him soon. Are you alright? I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, I got ahead of myself.
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-and then giselle is holding her, and there's a fabric that feels familiar and soothing against her face, and the tension leaves her body all at once. her eyes are watering up - all of them, across her wings and face and body - and even before giselle pulls back, venus can see her eyes watering up too. ]
Hey, that's not fair. If you cry, then I'm going to cry, and then we're just- stuck? Stuck like that. Haha.
[ but she doesn't break down crying. not yet, at least. she brings her hands up, wiping at her eyes with her palms and trying to get her breath under control. the most important thing there is. giselle talks about him the way she'd talk about neptune and jupiter, and even if venus can't tell whether people are lying or not she doesn't need to to understand what giselle means.
she really was lucky to meet giselle. what a wonderful woman. ]
I'd... I'd really like to meet him. [ her smile, even through misty eyes and reddened cheeks, is positively radiant. ] And I'm alright. More than alright? I just- didn't want you to be surprised. Or upset? Or really anything like that.
[ it's so much easier already. all the fear is just... gone. as long as giselle knows, and as long as she's still okay with her, then she doesn't have to worry about any of this. ]
What's his name? If that's okay to ask.
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[ she doesn't wipe at her face — she lets the dew swell up and run. ]
I appreciate you trusting me enough to let me know. But don't feel like you have to reveal too much of yourself if you don't want to. If we're making a dress, I mostly need your shoulder width and waist size. Don't worry. [ making pants was a different story, but that isn't what she said she would make venus. and now she's sure that venus deserves a pretty dress, befitting her pretty face. ] Michel. He's a decent man. I've never met someone so considerate of everyone they meet. He has been far beyond kind to me. And I know.. we will meet again. If not here, then somewhere else.
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Right! Right. Shoulders and waist should be- really easy [ she hesitates, then steps into the room with giselle. it's a little crowded, especially with her wings, but like this she can help pick up some of the mess. ] Michel. He sounds... really wonderful.
[ like this, some of her eyes still can see giselle - but that's not fair to her, is it? it's hardly face-to-face. so she turns, a load of cloth in her arms, and smiles directly at her. ]
...I hope you see him as soon as possible.
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[ a sigh. she'd talked with lapis about going to the planet down below. if there was any chance he was there.. any, at all.. she would go in a heartbeat. ]
Is there a color you like? Or a type of fabric? We have a lot to pick from!
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[ being separated from neptune and jupiter - it'd break her. she's sure of that. so she tries not to think for too long about it; she moves on, thinking as hard as she can about what kind of answer she can give.
she gives up about five seconds in. ]
Sorry? I don't... really know that much about fabric, or colors, or anything like that. [ she gives that same wan smile - the one she wishes desperately were a bit brighter right now. ] Um. Something... soft, maybe? What do you think would look nice...?
[ all the options in the world, and it's only paralyzing her. it's sad, when she thinks about it. ]
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[ she's too humble to say anything more — she knew she had endured a lot, but she had her faults too. ]
Hmm.. [ she fingers through the fabrics, giving each a soft caress to judge the texture. ] What do you think about this? It'll be comfortable, so it's something you could wear every day.
[ she pulls out a black cotton blend — it isn't anything fancy, but it does feel nice and soft. ]
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[ she watches giselle thumb through the fabrics with interest. she's never done anything like this before - at least, not in a way she could appreciate. memories of shopping trips with her parents, of trying on one pair of jeans after another, one polo and button-up after another, all flash through her head. this is... so much different? so much more personal.
she's blushing a little as she feels the fabric. ]
This is... nice. [ she nods, at first - and then she winces. ] Sorry! Sorry. That probably doesn't sound very excited, huh? I just mean- it's really nice? It's just... so much different to what I've had to wear.
[ she sighs - a small, almost dreamy little sound - and smiles. ]
I love it.
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[ back in my day we wore slips, corsets, bloomers, the whole nine yards!! ]
You'll look really pretty. [ giselle reaches forward and gingerly brushes a tuft of venus's bangs back. she really did favor michel — even in appearance. she fought the tug in her heart telling her this was the universe taunting her, because.. venus was a complete person. whole and realized. and she wanted her to be happy, too.
when she retracts her hand, she picks at the color of her jumpsuit. ] I can't wait to get out of this horrid thing. Hm.. I think I will go with red for my own gown. I've never had a red dress! Indigos and reds are so hard to get your hands on. We could never get the coin to pay for any frivolities. But.. I think I'll indulge myself. Hopefully God won't judge me too harshly. Hehe.
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she doesn't even realize she's started crying again until giselle reaches out and brushes at her hair, and everything comes to a head. it's overwhelming. everything is. she tries to speak, and her voice catches in her throat, and her watery eyes drop down to the floor. "you're just saying that," she wants to laugh it off, or "you don't have to say that kind of thing," or "i always figured i'd just sort of fine with jeans," and none of it comes out.
she manages to speak, her voice so much smaller than usual: ]
I'll fight him if he does. [ a small laugh, one that only barely manages to hold back the tears. she grabs her elbow, trying to feel even a tiny bit of jupiter's pressure from her own warm hands. ] That wouldn't be fair? For God to judge someone who's so nice. That'd be too cruel to imagine.
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[ if Michel was here. her angel. the man that had saved her from the dark — what if it was any other? gabriel? uriel? would they mark her as cursed? ultimately, it didn't matter. they had written their own sacred text, lived out their own testament. the destiny they had created together was the path she chose to walk on. ]
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but giselle's... not like them. venus hasn't known her long, but even she can see that. so she thinks over her words with a surprising amount of care, wiping gingerly at her eyes and sniffling enough that her voice sounds normal again, and she finally says: ]
I think... mm. My pastor used to say that it didn't matter how many things you did wrong. [ she recalls the words easily enough, trying to not focus on the implications beneath them as she speaks. ] That if you were a good person at heart, God would always take you back when you asked. Maybe that's all that matters?
[ it's that if that makes this all so difficult to say. if you were a good person at heart. how long did it take her to come to terms with being... well, not? how did neptune, how did jupiter handle it?
the devil's in the details. maybe giselle won't focus on them for now. ]
[6/17/18] un; tatsuya, text
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Was it your mp3 player? Or you just happened upon one? Either way you must be excited.
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It's much more advanced than mine was, though.
sorry for the delay!!
So..
[ she doesn't want to be presumptuous and ask to check it out, but she's hoping she can at least hint at it!! ]
RIGHT BACK ATCHA....