Two things: Vanya is disappointed he's not out and about, and she's disappointed that she's disappointed. Her hands itch to get out of her skin, a certain type of restlessness that keeps her on the wrong side of feeling safe. What was she hoping for? That he'd be out in the middle of a fight responding to a text? Or that her stupid magic hearing would pick up some sort of tip and she could power-slap a cursed tree or something? Like he's her fucking phone-a-friend when she forgets what it feels like to be a human being.
(And which would be taller: Sam or the tree?)
Yeah. She needs to get the fuck out.
Asking for this kind of help still feels like an intrusion, but she's determined to keep that less visible. Being powerful and feeling like a waste of space are not notions that comfortably coexist. Nothing about who Vanya is can be called right. And who has paid the largest for it the most? Five, who is losing it. And Ben, who is gone.
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Two things: Vanya is disappointed he's not out and about, and she's disappointed that she's disappointed. Her hands itch to get out of her skin, a certain type of restlessness that keeps her on the wrong side of feeling safe. What was she hoping for? That he'd be out in the middle of a fight responding to a text? Or that her stupid magic hearing would pick up some sort of tip and she could power-slap a cursed tree or something? Like he's her fucking phone-a-friend when she forgets what it feels like to be a human being.
(And which would be taller: Sam or the tree?)
Yeah. She needs to get the fuck out.
Asking for this kind of help still feels like an intrusion, but she's determined to keep that less visible. Being powerful and feeling like a waste of space are not notions that comfortably coexist. Nothing about who Vanya is can be called right. And who has paid the largest for it the most? Five, who is losing it. And Ben, who is gone.
Need to get out. Mind if I stop by?