[It's a relief, when Powder hugs her back. That moment of stiffness didn't surprise her - it's more of a surprise when she relaxes, when she hugs back and buries her face against Vi's shoulder. It sends flashes through her mind of when they'd been children, of when she'd been a teenager and Powder a preteen, of all those times they'd hugged before everything went wrong. Before their lives had changed for the worst, before she'd gone on that stupid mission to steal from the Piltie with the gemstone.
Vi's hand comes up to close into a fistful of her sister's shirt and she buries her face into the hair at the side of Jinx's head, just inhaling the scent of her, feeling the heat of her, alive and here and hugging her back.
If only that moment could last forever, because it feels right, to be with her sister like this.
But a moment later, Powder is asking in that wobbly voice how she's here, if it was the tree.]
I think so.
[Her own voice is small, a little wobbly too, and she usually hates that, but it feels right to be vulnerable like this with her sister, even after everything that's happened.]
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Vi's hand comes up to close into a fistful of her sister's shirt and she buries her face into the hair at the side of Jinx's head, just inhaling the scent of her, feeling the heat of her, alive and here and hugging her back.
If only that moment could last forever, because it feels right, to be with her sister like this.
But a moment later, Powder is asking in that wobbly voice how she's here, if it was the tree.]
I think so.
[Her own voice is small, a little wobbly too, and she usually hates that, but it feels right to be vulnerable like this with her sister, even after everything that's happened.]