⟡‵ crackedwhip:
‘ yeah, i feel that. ‘ for a moment she can be tranquil; just for a fraction of time, she can lend a shoulder. her eyes look upwards towards the rustle of her hair & she smiles, softly, a barely there simper not quite visible to its recipient, & places a hand against lapis’ arm. helping to ground one who flew on wings made of water. she takes a moment before responding to the question, nose wrinkling. ‘ wait —- y’ mean, like … sleeping ? that’s, like, a thing you can do, y’know. ‘
she snorts, laughter tickling in the back of her throat. ‘ pfbbt ─ yeah, i know, i wish. ’ a compulsory reaction to amethyst’s relatable brand of humour, though this particular joke falls flat when amethyst fails to join in; either she was trying to play her for a sucker ( which wouldn’t be new, and, actually, pretty funny, if she thought about it, ) or this was... something else. lapis, blinking slow and doelike, retracts, scoots back a hair to inspect amethyst’s features, and finds them sincere. quizzical, if anything.
‘ oh. you were being serious. ’
she deadpans. they share a long, poignant look, during which lapis doesn’t even try to look like she understands.
‘ i’m... not following. ’
