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RE: why are blueberries purple? - Nova - 03-26-2025
Something tells her that she's the 'sparkly disaster running around,' and it makes her giggle, inhaling another large bite of her ice cream when she pulls it away from the safety of her chest. He's right. She can rest easy knowing that she exists in a world full of her favorite things! And she can't wait to share it all with her siblings.
Nova crouches on the edge of the planter box so that she's face to face with Vespy (which means she doesn't have to crouch very far). She sticks out her pinky finger, all mischievous smiles and childish naivety mixed together. [say]"Promise?"[/say] [say]Because, if not, I'll make sure you find glitter in every piece of clothing you own for all of eternity.[/say] The dangerous glint in her eyes suggests she would absolutely find a way to do so - should her brother ever make the mistake of leaving her (intentionally or otherwise).
RE: why are blueberries purple? - Vesper - 03-26-2025
Vesper doesn’t need to read her thoughts to know exactly what she’s threatening—he sees it in the glint of her eye, that dangerous sparkle of sugar-fueled vengeance. Gods help him if he ever broke that kind of promise. The idea of glitter in every fold of his clothes, every seam, every boot—his boots—is enough to make his eye twitch, just barely.
Still, he holds her gaze, matching her mischievous grin with a slow, dramatic sigh that’s ruined by the twitch of a smirk tugging at his mouth. [say]"Damn, you fight dirty,"[/say] he mutters. But he lifts his hand anyway, extending his own pinky to hook it with hers. [say]"Alright. Promise."[/say] His voice is quieter this time, a little more serious beneath the dry edge, like the promise means more than he’s letting on.
[say]"Though I swear, Nova, if I find one speck of glitter in my underwear…"[/say] He lets the threat trail off, not because he means it, but because he knows she’ll laugh anyway.
With their pinkies still linked, he tilts his head, the smirk softening again. [say]"C’mon. Let’s find a spot with shade before your ice cream ends up all over your face—and I end up with sticky rainbow sister juice melted into my jacket."[/say] He pushes off the post, nudging her gently as he starts to walk, a little slower this time, matching her bouncing steps with the easy patience he always seems to have reserved just for her.
~FIN