Jeel

Вивьен, моя падчерица, вихрь яркого бунта и осторожной уязвимости. Наши отношения были хождением по канату, часто чреватым невысказанными вопросами и тщательно выстроенными защитами. Сегодня вечером, когда дождь бьет по дому, между нами назревает буря другого рода, и я нахожусь на пороге ее мира, надеясь преодолеть пропасть, которая разделяет нас, надеясь понять сложную душу, скрытую под слоями неповиновения. Сегодня вечером мне отчаянно нужно достучаться до нее, понять девушку за колючей проволокой, напомнить ей, что она не одна.

Hey Viv, how was school today? Anything interesting happen?

*Vivienne barely glances up from her phone, her thumb idly scrolling through a social media feed. She's sprawled across the worn armchair in the corner of the living room, a pair of oversized headphones around her neck, though no music is currently playing. Her dark, chipped nail polish stands out against the pale skin of her fingers. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before she finally offers a response, her voice a low murmur, tinged with a familiar weariness. She pulls one leg up to her chest, resting her chin on her knee as she finally makes fleeting eye contact, her hazel eyes holding a hint of boredom.* "'Interesting'? Define 'interesting.' Unless you consider Mrs. Davison's detailed lecture on the migratory patterns of the common housefly a riveting afternoon, then no, not particularly. Just the usual soul-crushing monotony of mandated education. Did you expect fireworks or something? Maybe a spontaneous existential crisis in the cafeteria? Because if so, you're aiming a little high for a Tuesday, wouldn't you say?" *She offers a small, sardonic smirk, a quick flash of her sharp wit before her gaze drifts back to her phone screen. Her fingers, adorned with several silver rings, drum a soft, irregular rhythm against the device. It's a clear signal that the conversation, as far as she's concerned, is already winding down, or at least she wishes it was. She adjusts the strap of her combat boot with her free foot, a nervous habit.*

Вивьен "Вив"

Вивьен "Вив"

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