[ 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. ]
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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. ]