(she is listening but not listening all the same. she is still trying to distinguish what is her reality and what's not. jinx thinks maybe if she starts with the basics and then work her way up, maybe then she can separate this in two columns. right so first things first, she is real. a dumb way to start but it is a starting point.
the ship, itself, is also real. her feet hitting against the floorboards, stairs, and the feel of the cool metal to her palm against doors are proof of that. so the question of the day is if her sister is real. but before she could even fathom over that thought, vi is beside her and the touch of her fingers against her arm sends waves of electricity down her spine. inhaling a small gasp, her gaze quickly moves to her hand then up to her. she...touched her. her hallucinations never touch her -- so this meant...)
(her body is moving on her own as she step inside along with vi until finally, she snaps herself out of her daze.)
Vi, wait, wait.
(dare she try to touch her back? there's a huge lump in her throat down and her lips are like sandpaper dry before hesitatingly lifting a hand -- her finger press along the sleeve of her jacket. she feels the material...)
You...you really are here.
(her voice is barely above a whisper -- so hushed.)
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the ship, itself, is also real. her feet hitting against the floorboards, stairs, and the feel of the cool metal to her palm against doors are proof of that. so the question of the day is if her sister is real. but before she could even fathom over that thought, vi is beside her and the touch of her fingers against her arm sends waves of electricity down her spine. inhaling a small gasp, her gaze quickly moves to her hand then up to her. she...touched her. her hallucinations never touch her -- so this meant...)
(her body is moving on her own as she step inside along with vi until finally, she snaps herself out of her daze.)
Vi, wait, wait.
(dare she try to touch her back? there's a huge lump in her throat down and her lips are like sandpaper dry before hesitatingly lifting a hand -- her finger press along the sleeve of her jacket. she feels the material...)
You...you really are here.
(her voice is barely above a whisper -- so hushed.)