[ With time she'll adjust. Joan could, as well. She breathes in sharply and looks away, back to where scraps of paper and half-drawn cards rest on the table's edge. Where the girl tasted venom, Vanessa now tastes something bittersweet. Memories. She's been trying to block them out, lest they summon emotion.
She asks too many questions. Her pull is too poignant. There is something raw and primal in this girl-who-is-not-a-girl, and Vanessa wants to stroke her bright red hair. She wants cradle her cheek and tell her she'll be fine, while the Thing sings a song for others with monsters inside.
Satan thinks himself the puppet master, does he? Unwilling to be so easily seduced, she pushes the card aside and reaches for a different piece of paper to try something different, no longer looking at the girl, but unwilling to completely shut her out. Vanessa nods.
It shouldn't hurt so much, should it? To have her fears confirmed again and again. Is she ever to touch the light, or will her fingertips burn should she try? ]
Such is the case when you're in the darkness for too long, I suppose. It isn't always a good thing for one's eyes to adjust to the sight. We think ourselves comfortable, only to witness truths we couldn't bear.
[ She wants to ask her own questions about the girl's origin, but she doesn't want to be lured anymore than she already has. It doesn't matter, it's a ploy to put Vanessa off-guard. She must gain control of this. She must deter from her own discomfort, so the subject change is abrupt. ]
For now, perhaps, we play pretend around the others, hm? [ At least when it comes to Vanessa. She isn't sure everyone else will be so welcome to the concept. ] ...And find you something other than soup?
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She asks too many questions. Her pull is too poignant. There is something raw and primal in this girl-who-is-not-a-girl, and Vanessa wants to stroke her bright red hair. She wants cradle her cheek and tell her she'll be fine, while the Thing sings a song for others with monsters inside.
Satan thinks himself the puppet master, does he? Unwilling to be so easily seduced, she pushes the card aside and reaches for a different piece of paper to try something different, no longer looking at the girl, but unwilling to completely shut her out. Vanessa nods.
It shouldn't hurt so much, should it? To have her fears confirmed again and again. Is she ever to touch the light, or will her fingertips burn should she try? ]
Such is the case when you're in the darkness for too long, I suppose. It isn't always a good thing for one's eyes to adjust to the sight. We think ourselves comfortable, only to witness truths we couldn't bear.
[ She wants to ask her own questions about the girl's origin, but she doesn't want to be lured anymore than she already has. It doesn't matter, it's a ploy to put Vanessa off-guard. She must gain control of this. She must deter from her own discomfort, so the subject change is abrupt. ]
For now, perhaps, we play pretend around the others, hm? [ At least when it comes to Vanessa. She isn't sure everyone else will be so welcome to the concept. ] ...And find you something other than soup?