07-25-2018, 11:26 AM
C'mon, Vera.
Vera startles slightly at the sound, pulling the makeshift coat tighter around her shoulders as her golden gaze shifts to Shay. There's a moment of silence and confusion where the young woman studies the other's features, almost as if she's taking the time to reconnect each part of her face with her memories, linking them in flashes. Only after does the recognition sink in, and the subtle look of something that can only be described as relief spreads across her tense face.
Why don't you join us?
She tosses the question around in her head - why doesn't she? It's something that she can't answer, either; she doesn't know why she does many of the things that she does or doesn't do, nor does she realize that it's an invitation to join them. "Well, I - uh..." Shay's walking away, and Vera isn't sure whether she should follow or just find another spot to hole up in and enjoy the quietness of the day. In the end, she figures it wouldn't hurt, and follows the other woman deeper into the bunker where Hazel and Alex are.
She's met Alex before, but she doesn't know much about Hazel - and why she has such a big impact on her brother. Perhaps she could've made enough connections between their individual reactions to formulate a theory if Vera isn't so distracted by the oddness of it all. All she sees in front of her is a stranger who knows how to play an instrument (she still couldn't remember what it's called), and that her brother had walked away.
Vera wishes, again, that she knew what was going on in his head, she wishes she knew her better than as a stranger. There's bitterness in the back of her throat, bitterness filled with frustration and anger and hurt, but she swallows it down and shoves her clenched fists deep into the pockets of her loose jacket to hide the awkward tremble in each finger. Her head is hung again, loose and all over the place, and she doesn't make eye contact when she finally ends up standing behind Shay, slightly facing the other two.
Hazel's pretty, she notes. She asks herself again: why had her brother walked away?
"Hi."
Vera startles slightly at the sound, pulling the makeshift coat tighter around her shoulders as her golden gaze shifts to Shay. There's a moment of silence and confusion where the young woman studies the other's features, almost as if she's taking the time to reconnect each part of her face with her memories, linking them in flashes. Only after does the recognition sink in, and the subtle look of something that can only be described as relief spreads across her tense face.
Why don't you join us?
She tosses the question around in her head - why doesn't she? It's something that she can't answer, either; she doesn't know why she does many of the things that she does or doesn't do, nor does she realize that it's an invitation to join them. "Well, I - uh..." Shay's walking away, and Vera isn't sure whether she should follow or just find another spot to hole up in and enjoy the quietness of the day. In the end, she figures it wouldn't hurt, and follows the other woman deeper into the bunker where Hazel and Alex are.
She's met Alex before, but she doesn't know much about Hazel - and why she has such a big impact on her brother. Perhaps she could've made enough connections between their individual reactions to formulate a theory if Vera isn't so distracted by the oddness of it all. All she sees in front of her is a stranger who knows how to play an instrument (she still couldn't remember what it's called), and that her brother had walked away.
Vera wishes, again, that she knew what was going on in his head, she wishes she knew her better than as a stranger. There's bitterness in the back of her throat, bitterness filled with frustration and anger and hurt, but she swallows it down and shoves her clenched fists deep into the pockets of her loose jacket to hide the awkward tremble in each finger. Her head is hung again, loose and all over the place, and she doesn't make eye contact when she finally ends up standing behind Shay, slightly facing the other two.
Hazel's pretty, she notes. She asks herself again: why had her brother walked away?
"Hi."