The invitation had scared the shit out of Vanya. She woke up one morning on Klaus and Five's couch to a little letter slipped under their door. It occurs to her that it's not her place to look, but the letting is face-up and she sees that it may be for her, as well. To my siblings suggests so, but she's not felt like she belonged at all until very recently.
When she opens the door to her assigned apartment for the first time, the letter is there. A small, grateful smile twitches at the corner of her mouth. This is Five. He never pushed her away and she knows now that he never intentionally abandoned them. He'll never say it, but she knows that she is a part of what he missed while he was off being broken down and rebuilt by the apocalypse and the Commission.
Her hands are shaking a little when she walks up to the address. There's a part of her that is scared Reginald Hargreeves will be at the end of a walkway at that address, or that she'll find out the invitation had been sent by mistake and that her siblings will all look at her with that icy why stare she saw every day growing up.
It's a house. It's a big house - brick and huge windows and what looks like three floors. Vanya's trying to complete the picture here in the space before Five talks. Is this a reboot of the Academy? Is there something inside that Five needs their help taking on? She's too anxious for this kind of silence and the way her blood pumps into her ears she's afraid too much more uncertainty is going to blast out of her beyond her control.
It's ours. These words bump useless against the walls of her mind. She has to process it several times before she starts to understand what is happening.
"This is... for us?" Vanya asks quietly, her eyes big and curious and terrified. It's only once she pulls her eyes from the structure to see that Five's small, usually tough face is rich with an unfamiliar softness. She's stunned, gently bracketed by her other brother and sister. Klaus sounds deeply touched. Allison's voice is full of wonder. Vanya can't even imagine what words might sound like coming out of her right now.
Without any knowledge that she is doing it, Vanya launches herself the short distance between herself and Five. Her arms vault around his shoulders and she holds him tightly, willing her gratitude into him. To her, it feels like the sound of the trees rustling, the little keys jingling in their hands. It's Five's heartbeat against hers and the stunned breathing of their siblings, the sound of their shoes on the ground. There's a faint resonance that pulses out from her middle. Beneath her tightly shut eyes, she knows that her irises are white, but she is not afraid. The energy is warm and gentle - a vague sound of windchimes with a warm, pleasant breeze. Though she can't control it and has never felt anything like it, there is no fear in her. It's like the first time she played violin after the pills wore off, like the song within her and around her are finally the same melody.
no subject
When she opens the door to her assigned apartment for the first time, the letter is there. A small, grateful smile twitches at the corner of her mouth. This is Five. He never pushed her away and she knows now that he never intentionally abandoned them. He'll never say it, but she knows that she is a part of what he missed while he was off being broken down and rebuilt by the apocalypse and the Commission.
Her hands are shaking a little when she walks up to the address. There's a part of her that is scared Reginald Hargreeves will be at the end of a walkway at that address, or that she'll find out the invitation had been sent by mistake and that her siblings will all look at her with that icy why stare she saw every day growing up.
It's a house. It's a big house - brick and huge windows and what looks like three floors. Vanya's trying to complete the picture here in the space before Five talks. Is this a reboot of the Academy? Is there something inside that Five needs their help taking on? She's too anxious for this kind of silence and the way her blood pumps into her ears she's afraid too much more uncertainty is going to blast out of her beyond her control.
It's ours. These words bump useless against the walls of her mind. She has to process it several times before she starts to understand what is happening.
"This is... for us?" Vanya asks quietly, her eyes big and curious and terrified. It's only once she pulls her eyes from the structure to see that Five's small, usually tough face is rich with an unfamiliar softness. She's stunned, gently bracketed by her other brother and sister. Klaus sounds deeply touched. Allison's voice is full of wonder. Vanya can't even imagine what words might sound like coming out of her right now.
Without any knowledge that she is doing it, Vanya launches herself the short distance between herself and Five. Her arms vault around his shoulders and she holds him tightly, willing her gratitude into him. To her, it feels like the sound of the trees rustling, the little keys jingling in their hands. It's Five's heartbeat against hers and the stunned breathing of their siblings, the sound of their shoes on the ground. There's a faint resonance that pulses out from her middle. Beneath her tightly shut eyes, she knows that her irises are white, but she is not afraid. The energy is warm and gentle - a vague sound of windchimes with a warm, pleasant breeze. Though she can't control it and has never felt anything like it, there is no fear in her. It's like the first time she played violin after the pills wore off, like the song within her and around her are finally the same melody.