☼ six; video.
[Vanille's sitting on a low branch of a tree, bouncing her heels against the trunk. It is immediately apparent that she does so halfheartedly, without her usual overenthusiasm and energy. She lets her head fall back, lets it bump against the bark with a dull thud, and peers up at the sun through a canopy of brilliant autumn leaves. The Queen has done beautiful work in this, but Vanille has too much on her mind to admire it now.
Hope is gone, her tiny family fractured once more. She misses the others; their absence is a dull and relentless ache in her chest that she buries with smiles and laughter, but she'd been holding on to the hope that they would appear, that maybe they could live here in the Gardens without worry for a time. Cocoon would wait for them to save it.
Instead, they keep leaving, and Vanille is beginning to feel trapped. She has promised herself, promised Fang, that she won't run anymore, but it's still her first instinct, and here, there is nowhere for her to go.
She closes her eyes, does not open them when she feels the Vine brush against her cheek.]
What do you miss most about your home?
Hope is gone, her tiny family fractured once more. She misses the others; their absence is a dull and relentless ache in her chest that she buries with smiles and laughter, but she'd been holding on to the hope that they would appear, that maybe they could live here in the Gardens without worry for a time. Cocoon would wait for them to save it.
Instead, they keep leaving, and Vanille is beginning to feel trapped. She has promised herself, promised Fang, that she won't run anymore, but it's still her first instinct, and here, there is nowhere for her to go.
She closes her eyes, does not open them when she feels the Vine brush against her cheek.]
What do you miss most about your home?