Her wince was at the amount of pain, rather than it being painful itself. She could handle it. Especially if it brought the other some relief.
She offered a tentative hand again. Her palm was up and open, resting it on the pillow between them.
"No, it's okay. I want to."
--lanterns were your light at the end of the tunnel. Your anchor," she said, reflectively.
"But Judy...
What was it /really/ like? Was it cold? Did you almost lose your mind? Did you actually have no idea that the life you were living wasn't meant for you to begin with?"
Valerie listened, pondered, took a mouthful of satay, and listened further. The information Judy shared was actually common knowledge. At least to those who had read the book..or... seen the movie. But Valerie wasn't interested in the script. She was interested in what was unwritten.
"The--
--turning back and catching Mariya's gaze.
"Have you got children?"
Valerie offered a smile in agreement and closed her eyes. There was nothing quite like the hum of a giant flying aircraft to drown out the voices in your head...and the crying baby a few rows behind her.
Val turned around in her seat, flashing the mother of the baby a sympathetic smile before--
--reached a hand across and placed it on the blonde's arm, immediately absorbing the pain she hadn't realised was cursing Valerie's body.
Val winced, her veins bulging as she took some of Valerie's pain into her own body.
The brunette's worried expression softened with relief as Valerie recognised her face. Perhaps familiarity was all she'd be, that their cabin trip and previous connection was nothing more than a whisper on a past breeze.
Val didn't mind. She could appreciate the comfort in a fresh start. She --
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Sharing wasn't a particularly strong skill of hers. She preferred to bury things deep...deep down.
"Mm, thanks." The pickle jar was tucked to the side and Val sunk further into the pillows.
"Valerie," she spoke softly, "Do you remember me?"
"My past..." She sighed, reaching for the jar of pickles. She popped the lid and then filled the void with food.
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this 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ain’t got no 𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 .ᐟ
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--the brunette looked into Judy's eyes, she saw /Rapunzel/. A damsel. A lost, neglected little girl desperate for love and attention.
Valerie's cold, boarded heart, had softened. Just slightly.
"Tell me about the tower..."
If desperate loneliness was a human, Judy was it. After their fight, Valerie reflected on the assumptions she'd made about the blonde.
Valerie assumed Judy knew the social faux pas, the etiquette, the colloquialisms of every day life. She assumed she was educated, socialised, a grown up. But when--
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Val knocked once on the open door before stepping in, gaze settling on Ivy across the room.
“Hey,” she said gently, pulling a chair out.
“Mind if I sit? I heard things got a little rough today.”
--earshot.
“Tell me something,” she said, tone casual but curious. “Is it just me… or does silence make everyone a little uncomfortable?”
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--the other.
“Funny,” she murmured to no one in particular, a faint hint of dry amusement tugging at her lips. “You spend most of your life wishing things would quiet down… and then when they finally do, it feels wrong.”
Her gaze lifted then, settling on the nearest person within --
--arms folded loosely across her chest, eyes wandering over her surroundings without really focusing on anything in particular. People moved about somewhere nearby, voices blending together into a dull hum she couldn't quite make out.
Valerie exhaled slowly, shifting her weight from one foot to--
Valerie had never liked silence.
Not the peaceful kind—the kind that settled after laughter or good conversation. No, the kind that hung too heavy in the air, pressing against the walls like something waiting to be acknowledged. That kind always made her restless.
She stood there for a moment, --
That was fair. Valerie wasn't a particularly good cook anyways.
She gave the blonde an awkward thumbs up.
--sofa and dining table.
"Do you mind?" She asked politely, beginning to shift a few artworks to create a space to sit at the round table.
"Huh," she laughed and shook her head. "Creativity is not my strong suit. My sister's the arty one."
She dished up a healthy serving of pad thai, collecting her roti bread and peanut sauce for the side. Judy's cottage was small, with the selection of seats dwindling by the drawings strewn on her--
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"You need someone to make you a sandwich?"
--passenger seat in front of her. It was cloudy with scratches, evidence of the many fingers that had traced the flight's path before her. In the bottom right hand corner was the estimated time of arrival. Six hours and forty minutes.
