Oh; better than Mina would have dared dream, the lines of her, her voice, the way she lies fretful in her bed. It makes her fingertips itch, pressing into her palms for all her image remains doll-still and trembling.
"Vanessa," she says, soft and breathy, half-swallowed. Arrives at a stratagem hardly needing to think, and doesn't fight the smile that curls across her real, solid mouth. "Where have you gone? I have searched for you --"
She lets her eyes dart about the room, quick, shocked -- shocked as she is, not to say affronted, to see her Vanessa in such a context. The meanness of the place is hardly camouflaged in near-darkness, not to her eyes; and the restless ache of Vanessa in the back of her mind, even less so.
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Date: 2014-08-15 04:25 am (UTC)"Vanessa," she says, soft and breathy, half-swallowed. Arrives at a stratagem hardly needing to think, and doesn't fight the smile that curls across her real, solid mouth. "Where have you gone? I have searched for you --"
She lets her eyes dart about the room, quick, shocked -- shocked as she is, not to say affronted, to see her Vanessa in such a context. The meanness of the place is hardly camouflaged in near-darkness, not to her eyes; and the restless ache of Vanessa in the back of her mind, even less so.
How perfect.