Nova
The best way to predict the future
is to create it.
is to create it.
Nova shakes her head, vehement disagreement on her crestfallen face. "It won't be the same." They won't see each other every day or be able to share every moment together, and it won't just be Vesper going for a trip or her wandering off to explore, it will be permanent, with no signs of returning to the way it was.
She folds into the hug, a few droplets of rain falling onto them as the control falters. Nova wraps her arms tight around Caly's waist and clutches her sister close, breathing her in like she can tuck her safely behind her sternum, never far from the beat of her heart. Maybe they'd even mold together, becoming one unstoppable entity.
The breath is shaky, pulling back on the glittery strings of her soul that threaten to scatter. Piecing them together slowly, Nova tries to find comfort in the physical presence and reassuring words, refuting all the images of loneliness and devastation that she envisions for all of them. She understands Caly's reasoning, a barely perceptible nod of her head showing that she gets it. She'd had the same thoughts and hesitations - had wanted to stay - but the desire to stay together had always driven her, and it would always trump her whatever hopes she'd had of setting roots or fueling ambition. Her siblings are everything to her.
A soft sniffle finds her, grief clinging like a veil that dims her sparkle. Her voice is wet and wreaked with distant sadness. "I miss when it was just us. I miss mom and being in the stars. Nothing could pull us apart - definitely not stupid boys or annoying ranchers." Despite all the fun she's had exploring and meeting new people and creating art, Nova would happily give it up to go back, to have her family safe and whole again, with the promise of never losing them. What did she have to do to protect them? What new shifts or magics did she need to find that would guarantee they'd never be harmed?
She folds into the hug, a few droplets of rain falling onto them as the control falters. Nova wraps her arms tight around Caly's waist and clutches her sister close, breathing her in like she can tuck her safely behind her sternum, never far from the beat of her heart. Maybe they'd even mold together, becoming one unstoppable entity.
The breath is shaky, pulling back on the glittery strings of her soul that threaten to scatter. Piecing them together slowly, Nova tries to find comfort in the physical presence and reassuring words, refuting all the images of loneliness and devastation that she envisions for all of them. She understands Caly's reasoning, a barely perceptible nod of her head showing that she gets it. She'd had the same thoughts and hesitations - had wanted to stay - but the desire to stay together had always driven her, and it would always trump her whatever hopes she'd had of setting roots or fueling ambition. Her siblings are everything to her.
A soft sniffle finds her, grief clinging like a veil that dims her sparkle. Her voice is wet and wreaked with distant sadness. "I miss when it was just us. I miss mom and being in the stars. Nothing could pull us apart - definitely not stupid boys or annoying ranchers." Despite all the fun she's had exploring and meeting new people and creating art, Nova would happily give it up to go back, to have her family safe and whole again, with the promise of never losing them. What did she have to do to protect them? What new shifts or magics did she need to find that would guarantee they'd never be harmed?
