[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.
[ Miorine stops pacing, flexing her jaw in indecision. If that was what Suletta wanted there were no consequences in giving it to her. ]
It's not that I don't like it.. look— you're not very good at being honest either. But fine—
[ She doesn't sound mad, though maybe a little surly. That changes when she speaks again. ]
Your body— do you know how envious other girls probably are of your body? You hide it under that uniform but.. your legs, your hips, your chest— I notice all of those things. I think about them a lot.
[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?
[ Well, they've come this far- and she finally has no indecision over whether or not Suletta wants her to push them forward.
Miorine's voice is quiet but confident, she speaks easily. ]
I'm thinking about how I want to put my hands on all of those parts of you.
[ she's sitting down now on the edge of her bed. miorine crosses one leg over the other and holds her phone lazily, falling into the comfort of intimacy free of judgement. ]
I'm going to say something that will hopefully keep you from asking stupid questions about how I feel about you—
[ Miorine sounds different now. There's nothing bashful there, not even in the annoyed way she usually was when it came to begin honest.
In this moment her experience with these things shows. ]
When I'm by myself I think about you. I don't think about anything or anyone else.
[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.
[ She feels stupid for thinking Suletta wouldn't have the same urges and desires as her and their peers. But still, she can't help but be embarrassed and surprised.
And also, she feels loved- to be missed and longed for, it feels like there's something to come home to. ]
Mmhmm. [In the wake of her confession, Suletta has shut her eyes tightly, as if to hide from it. She almost feels inclined to apologize, and is willing herself to do so, but it turns out that she didn't have to worry about anything at all.
She opens her eyes again, one of her hands clenching and unclenching on the sheets. She takes a moment to compose herself.
Warm -
She kicks the blankets away.]
...Yes. Okay. I-
[Another pause.]
We will.
[She falls silent for a few moments, then:]
If you ever want anything... please ask me. If I'm not ready, I'll tell you. Otherwise I'll... I'd like to try, if it's for you.
[She automatically thinks to protest: hers weren't as good, she wants to say, she couldn't get the lighting right, she looked too serious in them. Then she considers everything Miorine had admitted to tonight. She makes a sound that sounds like a grumble, but of course, Suletta did not gripe. Definitely not.]
Okay. [...] But you can't tease.
[A few moments later, and an image is sent. Suletta's in the oversized shirt in this one, sitting on the edge of the bed with the phone angled above her. Her hair is loose and tousled. She is frowning, just a little: her brows creased together. It looks as if she's focusing so hard on the act of taking the photograph, that she forgets she's the subject of the photo entirely.]
...
That was the only one I didn't dislike.
[It's not said with any melancholy. If anything, she sounds a bit disgruntled.]
[She wants to sound annoyed a little longer, but she can't keep the surprised relief out of her voice. She smiles too.]
Thank you.
[She ponders over something for a moment. Decides, for now, on a compromise.]
Then I'll wear it down more often around you.
[It was not practical during any kind of pilot work, and she... she didn't like the idea of wearing it down during classes. But alone with Miorine, that was fine. She would try that much.]
[ Miorine offers quiet distracted acknowledgment, she's tapping quietly on her phone in between talking to Suletta.
It might seem like she's handling something for work but— ]
I won't be home for a few days still but I'm sending something in advance of that. There's a lot of shopping on this Front, I saw something that reminded me of you.
[ Tracking information is sent to Suletta almost instantly. ]
You have class at 7 tomorrow.
[ Yes she knows Suletta's schedule by memory. ]
Do you need anything else from me? If not you should sleep. You always get cranky if you don't get a full 8 hours.
[She sounds surprised. There's a little "oh!" when she receives the tracking information. Still sounding a little thrown, she responds absently:]
- Yes, I do! [... The slightest of frowns.] Cranky... [Was she cranky when she hadn't slept well? Something about Miorine noticing these details makes her blush.] alright. I will. I don't need anything else, but you should sleep too. You never get enough sleep.
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Date: 2023-06-23 11:18 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2023-06-23 11:24 pm (UTC)It's not that I don't like it.. look— you're not very good at being honest either. But fine—
[ She doesn't sound mad, though maybe a little surly. That changes when she speaks again. ]
Your body— do you know how envious other girls probably are of your body? You hide it under that uniform but.. your legs, your hips, your chest— I notice all of those things. I think about them a lot.
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Date: 2023-06-23 11:36 pm (UTC)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?
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Date: 2023-06-24 01:10 am (UTC)Miorine's voice is quiet but confident, she speaks easily. ]
I'm thinking about how I want to put my hands on all of those parts of you.
[ she's sitting down now on the edge of her bed. miorine crosses one leg over the other and holds her phone lazily, falling into the comfort of intimacy free of judgement. ]
I'm going to say something that will hopefully keep you from asking stupid questions about how I feel about you—
[ Miorine sounds different now. There's nothing bashful there, not even in the annoyed way she usually was when it came to begin honest.
In this moment her experience with these things shows. ]
When I'm by myself I think about you. I don't think about anything or anyone else.
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Date: 2023-06-24 01:48 am (UTC)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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Date: 2023-06-24 02:00 am (UTC)Oh.
[ She feels stupid for thinking Suletta wouldn't have the same urges and desires as her and their peers. But still, she can't help but be embarrassed and surprised.
And also, she feels loved- to be missed and longed for, it feels like there's something to come home to. ]
Did you touch yourself in my bed?
[ a beat ]
Next time I want to see it.
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Date: 2023-06-24 02:13 am (UTC)She opens her eyes again, one of her hands clenching and unclenching on the sheets. She takes a moment to compose herself.
Warm -
She kicks the blankets away.]
...Yes. Okay. I-
[Another pause.]
We will.
[She falls silent for a few moments, then:]
If you ever want anything... please ask me. If I'm not ready, I'll tell you. Otherwise I'll... I'd like to try, if it's for you.
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Date: 2023-06-24 03:42 am (UTC)[ She says it almost immediately. ]
One that you took, with no opinions from Secillia.
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Date: 2023-06-24 04:08 am (UTC)[She automatically thinks to protest: hers weren't as good, she wants to say, she couldn't get the lighting right, she looked too serious in them. Then she considers everything Miorine had admitted to tonight. She makes a sound that sounds like a grumble, but of course, Suletta did not gripe. Definitely not.]
Okay. [...] But you can't tease.
[A few moments later, and an image is sent. Suletta's in the oversized shirt in this one, sitting on the edge of the bed with the phone angled above her. Her hair is loose and tousled. She is frowning, just a little: her brows creased together. It looks as if she's focusing so hard on the act of taking the photograph, that she forgets she's the subject of the photo entirely.]
...
That was the only one I didn't dislike.
[It's not said with any melancholy. If anything, she sounds a bit disgruntled.]
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Date: 2023-06-24 04:36 am (UTC)[ Miorine is already teasing, obviously. But otherwise she waits patiently and listens to the quiet sounds on the other line.
She's already looking at the picture when Suletta returns sounding less than pleased. Miorine however is smiling. ]
You look good. I like when you wear your hair down.
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Date: 2023-06-24 04:50 am (UTC)[She wants to sound annoyed a little longer, but she can't keep the surprised relief out of her voice. She smiles too.]
Thank you.
[She ponders over something for a moment. Decides, for now, on a compromise.]
Then I'll wear it down more often around you.
[It was not practical during any kind of pilot work, and she... she didn't like the idea of wearing it down during classes. But alone with Miorine, that was fine. She would try that much.]
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Date: 2023-06-24 02:02 pm (UTC)[ Miorine offers quiet distracted acknowledgment, she's tapping quietly on her phone in between talking to Suletta.
It might seem like she's handling something for work but— ]
I won't be home for a few days still but I'm sending something in advance of that. There's a lot of shopping on this Front, I saw something that reminded me of you.
[ Tracking information is sent to Suletta almost instantly. ]
You have class at 7 tomorrow.
[ Yes she knows Suletta's schedule by memory. ]
Do you need anything else from me? If not you should sleep. You always get cranky if you don't get a full 8 hours.
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Date: 2023-06-24 05:22 pm (UTC)[She sounds surprised. There's a little "oh!" when she receives the tracking information. Still sounding a little thrown, she responds absently:]
- Yes, I do! [... The slightest of frowns.] Cranky... [Was she cranky when she hadn't slept well? Something about Miorine noticing these details makes her blush.] alright. I will. I don't need anything else, but you should sleep too. You never get enough sleep.