"That, too." That small smile is a full grin, now. She lets her hand drop from Five's and is pulled gravitationally toward the empty shelves. When they were young, this is the kind of stuff they'd dream up: big rooms full of books they'd like where they could go in whenever they want and read anything they wanted. No curfew, no restrictions, no stupid rules. Then, Five was gone. Standing in that space feels like a win for the little Vanya that could have been and her brother that used to feel like her only friend in the world that got whisked off to the end of it. A certainty beats in Vanya's heart: they deserve this. All of them.
"Yeah?" Vanya asks, quietly grateful to hear anything that comes out of her brother's mouth about his life, about the things he knows. She turns to face him. "Tell me about it." The shelving is such that Vanya can tuck herself atop one of the rows, perched in an almost-sit on what she assumes is a display shelf, considering the space between it and the shelf above.
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Date: 2021-01-07 04:49 am (UTC)When they were young, this is the kind of stuff they'd dream up: big rooms full of books they'd like where they could go in whenever they want and read anything they wanted. No curfew, no restrictions, no stupid rules. Then, Five was gone. Standing in that space feels like a win for the little Vanya that could have been and her brother that used to feel like her only friend in the world that got whisked off to the end of it. A certainty beats in Vanya's heart: they deserve this. All of them.
"Yeah?" Vanya asks, quietly grateful to hear anything that comes out of her brother's mouth about his life, about the things he knows. She turns to face him. "Tell me about it." The shelving is such that Vanya can tuck herself atop one of the rows, perched in an almost-sit on what she assumes is a display shelf, considering the space between it and the shelf above.