coordination: (slight homicidal tendencies)
Yzak Jule ([personal profile] coordination) wrote2021-06-03 03:17 pm
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XIMILIA
heyciri: (glance | try to be brave)

[personal profile] heyciri 2023-04-07 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
( sipping at this soup straight up giving up on a spoon, she quirks her brows. )

So you're telling me you've never done that?
heyciri: (consider | that there’s only silence)

[personal profile] heyciri 2023-04-11 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Then how are you feeling now?

( she's still sipping soup, evaluating what he's saying. he's not... wrong, per say. denying a truth is damaging. but there's also things she's been taught by her grandmother that says fronting can be as important for morale. how to balance the both? is it being in a group small enough you all live in each other's pockets, so you can tell that a breakdown is coming, there's no buffering zone, such as she can conceive of it? )
heyciri: (reflect | and carry on regardless)

[personal profile] heyciri 2023-04-30 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
( she lets herself relax, her focus turning to his words and the warmth of soup in her hands, and the small sips she continues taking. or larger ones, depending, but it's less about either eating or hearing, and attempting to align her understanding with what yzak's is. in a way, she feels she owes it to him. in a way, she's glad to, when he's... volunteered to keep her company (through her misunderstanding or otherwise), and he's talking to her without doing that thing where she can tell an older individual is holding her as Definitely Too Young To Speak With Seriously.

which is weird in context, for someone who still struggles to understand or accept her own childhood's ignorance as maintained by her grandmother. or the hatreds that had been part of that. all for the sake, she assumes now, for protecting her from something she couldn't be protected from.

like reality. like the world. like what was happening to the people in cirawei, only in a far vaster, more immediate manner.
)

Mm. Me too. About wanting to know. ( even without knowing what to do about it. ) And that it's easier when you're not alone. For facing the way things are now, compared to how they used to be.

( she glances down into the soup, not seeing it so much as letting her thoughts wander. until she asks: )

Do you think they'll be okay, as refugees in that new place?

( even knowing full well there's no way for them to know, short of doing what (in a few days) she'll know might be possible, and asking viveca or degar to contact one of the leaders who'd lived and gone through their portals to the world that wasn't about to be destroyed by a rock falling through the universe. )