They Look Like Sisters | Private | Venir & Viola

The walls around crimson tightened within a chest of flesh, diverting her range of focus for but a brief moment. What was this feeling? Unnatural. Strange. Troublesome. She was in unwavering distress with this alien-like clenching that twisted within her heart, trapped, enclosed. Until, that familiar fairy voice fractured through her confusion, bursting her back into reality as the sudden fortitude was washed into nothing but a forgotten memory. Or rather, an annoying responsibility she'd have to deal with later on. The dragon lowered those uncommon pools of amethyst toward the tearful girl, eyelids barely dropping in sympathy as she sensed a hand urging to comfort.

"Venir.." a whisper, and then a blink. Before she knew it the youngling spoken as "sister" expressed that she was going to be free of crying from this point on, relieving her of negative accusations ringing at the back of her mind. She couldn't help but let the itching at the corner of pinkish lips curl up into a delicate smile.

"Yes.. There are some things that are gradually coming back to me!" she let those words slide off the tip of her tongue in an exciting tone, distraught suddenly by the child of possibly approaching restlesness that would extended as high as even her own. Watching. It was refining enough since children could be so amusing. Even though she could not remember the times of her child-hood, deep within that beating red of blank, she knew she geniunely missed it. No responsibility, no care in the world. Everything- even twigs god dammit. They made children incredibly overflowing with bliss. It was something she could never care to comprehend, yet yearned to grasp onto it with all her curious sight. How am I going to get myself out of this? a blink, she was somewhat startled when those tiny little hands coiled around her larger one.

For a moment or two, the dragon pondered over her brief frustration, realizing she had sullied a perfectly nice day with a mouth crowded with lies. But, if she had exposed the truth, Venir's disappointment also would've sullied the day. In turn, both ways had clearly diverted their way toward Viola to possibly irritate her. Wait, no. There was no possibility. It was a definite yes. Oh, donuts would be veeeeery nice right now! annoyance was only discovered, but, not exposed through gentle features as she wandered on with watching the spectacular display of youth emit from her "sister". Although, she began to slightly dread the performance of youngling as the word search quickly left her mouth. Oh, but, what could she do? Feet shifted against cobble-stone ground - gloved hands spanning toward her cheeks and pinching them. A blank stare met the little girl, observing her in muted silence.

"I'm not sure I'm ready to take on the responsibility of an older sister!" a large sigh, abruptly, Venir would be hoisted from firm ground and onto the shoulders of the dragon, whom, unforunately was not lengthy in height, but tall enough that the youngling would distinctly have some fun in this.. search. "But, I guess donuts can wait.. After all, this is far more important." a smile of regularity had ventured back unto lips, dressed fingers gripping at the knees of Venir as she began to take off at a light jog beyond an ocean of civilization. Wind already ripping at the two as clothing lashed out behind them, filling her with a thrill of excitement as the strength in frail legs tripled to that of a beast. Faster and faster, the ground was not enough to satisfy, clawing her desire toward stepping stones of building and items of outside shops to ascend her from rooftops to the ledges of buildings, barely balancing within a hesitant run as the view of people became much more smaller than it was before.

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