Date: 2023-06-22 11:33 pm (UTC)
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[There is a considerable delay.

And then, a miraculous event.]


No. I asked you first.

Date: 2023-06-23 12:59 am (UTC)
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Ehe
I practiced this time.
After a while, it wasn't as scary to take the pictures. Secilia-san was patient while I got it right.
Oh!
I'll send another.


[In this one, she's in a black dress. It manages to be tasteful, but it's far more daring than anything they'd wear to school. It's strapless, leaves her back exposed, and it clings to her body in a way nothing else had thus far. Her posture while seated in the windowsill again is relaxed — the dress is long and flowing, but the leg crossed over her knee is exposed. She's wearing a pair of strappy black heels, and the photographer has caught her in a candid moment, because her head is thrown back in laughter.]

Date: 2023-06-23 01:58 am (UTC)
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See? She's really good, isn't she?

[She'd been in awe of the photos when they were done. All were her, true, but... she had been transformed.

She was beautiful. This person in these photos was strong and unafraid. This person decided where she would go, what she would do, and when. This was a woman who answered to no one.

...

She'd had to turn her face away from Secilia, just for a little bit.


Miorine answer makes her smile fondly.]


OK, I will. I will. I promise.
No Nika-san or Chuchu-senpai either?

What do you like about this one?


[No asking her if she liked it altogether this time.]

Date: 2023-06-23 03:00 am (UTC)
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[Dangerous. Hm.

Miorine's bluntness did not bother her, usually. But today, right now...

Suletta feels her mouth thin. She has the flicker of a thought, one that makes her body feel like a slow-burning furnace, smoke licking at the back of her throat. The thought is simply that she should roll over and go to sleep without bothering to answer.

She breathes in through her nose, out of her mouth. She has to do this several times before she feels the heat in her being driven out.

Then, she calls.]

Date: 2023-06-23 03:29 am (UTC)
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[She has the phone close to her ear, her hand cupped around it.

Her voice is a whisper. It's difficult to read her mood.]


I'm going to your room.

[In the middle of the night? It's more likely than you think.]

Um, just a moment... I have to climb down.

[She's nearly silent as she climbs down. There's barely a sound when she's back on her feet.]

Date: 2023-06-23 05:04 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] forgetta
Mm.

[Suletta is quiet too. In part it was the necessity of such — there were curfews for a reason. The school was safe as houses. The duels were bloodless; they lived in a comfortable bubble.

She's careful not to dawdle. More to the point, she's troubled. No, no, that wasn't the right feeling.

Sad? No. A little bit, maybe. The feeling she's searching for is annoyed. It's a disappointed annoyance, like the kind she used to get when Aerial would beat her at a shooting or strategy game. She slips into Miorine's room without incident. Miorine barely used it now; she was so busy. Suletta kept it clean for her regardless. On those evenings where she missed Miorine particularly, or simply missed quiet, she would sleep here alone.

She settles herself before she finally talks to Miorine.]


I'm not sure.

[She's got her cheek against a pillow, the phone close to her, on speaker so she doesn't need to move much. She mumbles the words.]

It feels strange to ask for things like this.

[She closes her eyes and tries to think of how she felt while taking the photos.]

I, ah...

How far have you gone, Miorine? You seem to... to know more about these things, so I wanted to learn more on my own.

Date: 2023-06-23 05:54 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] forgetta
Ah.

[Suletta smiles a little, a sad smile.] I thought so. There weren't any others my age on Mercury, so I couldn't tell if it was odd or not.

[It's a clearheaded admission, given without stammering.] It's alright. I told Secilia-san, when she complained — "Miorine-san is grumpy, but she's kind." That's why I knew you didn't mean it.

[A pause. Cautiously, she begins.]

What kinds of things... do you enjoy?

Date: 2023-06-23 04:21 pm (UTC)
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[Suletta feels the ache that Miorine's earlier comment had caused her slowly ebbing away. With its absence, her usual hesitancy threatens to fill in the space — Suletta quells it. She instead listens to Miorine. For a time she's quiet, mulling it over - there's a slight intake of breath.] Oh, I-

I understand. I see.

[...]

Is that why you wanted to take the pictures of me instead? [a pause.] You don't want others to see me that way?

Date: 2023-06-23 05:53 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] forgetta
Ah.

[...]

Okay. I will, next time. I won't let anyone else see. Only you.

[Her smile returns, melting away the distant glassiness in her eyes. She snuggles in closer to the pillow.]

You don't leave marks on me. Why?

[She can guess why: she wants to hear Miorine communicate it.]

... Miorine, are you frightened?

Date: 2023-06-23 10:53 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] forgetta
[Suletta is quiet as Miorine speaks, and remains that way for several moments afterward. This was not uncommon for her in these moments of calm — the beats of time where her tendency for thoughtful responses came out. She is thinking over what she should convey now.]

You don't make me uncomfortable. [a pause.] It isn't you. [It's said gently, almost apologetically.] I'm not always sure if I'll make a mistake.

[There is another part to this that she does not admit, and won't unless she's caught — that like the game with the photographs, this too was a source of excitement. That what intimacy they did share would have Miorine so out of sorts and enraptured by her presence even when she was twisting in the wind.

She feels bad about it now, not having realized that it was causing this. It was just... nice. To be the center of her attention in that way. It occurs to her tonight that there were other ways.

She had her full attention now, after all.]


I don't think that anything you do will mess me up. [another pause.] I'm sorry. I should have said this before.

Date: 2023-06-23 11:18 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] forgetta
[Miorine's response — and the face she can imagine her making — earns a giggle from Suletta. It tapers off as Miorine continues, and Suletta's expression gradually smooths out.

She's thinking, and speaks over her as she blurts out that last remark, her voice calm but incisive.]


Miorine?

[She waits for a second.]

When I ask you the things that you like about me, or about the things that I'm wearing... you don't like it much. But I...

I want to hear those things from you. I want to know, [she's blushing now. She takes a breath.] what you see.

Date: 2023-06-23 11:36 pm (UTC)
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[To the jab at her own honesty, Suletta wisely says nothing. Instead she listens again, and shivers all over as Miorine speaks. She bites her lower lip and pulls the blanket closer around herself.

It takes her longer to respond, this time. Her voice is softer than it had been before.]


I... I didn't know that. [She looks off to the side, though there's no need to hide herself from Miorine — she's alone, after all. And at last, she begins to feel frustrated at this.] You really think that-

[She's red in the face again.] When...

When you think about those things, what are you thinking?

Date: 2023-06-24 01:48 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] forgetta
[In contrast, Suletta is quiet again, her eyes widening at each frankly stated confession. At the last one, she shifts restlessly on the bed, feeling impatient and eager in equal measure.]

Oh—!

[It's muffled: she has a hand covering her mouth. She bites down on one of her knuckles, and tries not to see the mental image of what Miorine has admitted to every time she blinks — an exercise that proves to be a failure. She swallows audibly.] That's... thank you.

[...]

While I was taking the pictures, I thought of what you would say when you saw them. And after, when I was alone again, I—

I wished you were here. I missed you, and I was in your bed like I am now. [Her voice is scarcely above a whisper.] I thought about you then too. You were all I thought about.

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