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What your muse’s name is in mine’s phone.

yang.

What your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone.

What your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone.

happiness

My muse’s last text to your muse.

[ sms: yang ] you’re rarely ever up when i am. i miss you, kinda.

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jeunoire

there’s a sheet of sarcasm that coats her laughter, a smile formed wide against her lips, though it’s far from anything pleasant. deprived of the joy in her usual curve. “you of all people, you’re honestly asking me that?” she parts her lips, mouth hung open as if so to speak, but she quickly snaps it shut while lowering her gaze. there’s a slow shake of her head before she looks up with a shrug of her shoulders. “y’know what i’m honestly starting to question it myself. why is family so important, when i’m apparently not even important to family?” her words are ended with yet another bitter fabrication of a smile, and a turn of her heels as she quickly heads for the door.

 the bitter response isn't one she'd expected, the question had been asked out of genuine curiosity, as a way for river to figure out her own meaning of family even. but there'd be no clarity of meanings now. there was only her standing in a now empty living, mouth ajar and mind scurrying to figure out where such bitterness could have come from. a quick shake of the head freed her from her mind and returned her to reality and without any more hesitation she sun on her heels and headed after her sister, venturing past the open door and into the night's cold in nothing more than her sleep wear and cotton ankle socks. the snow on the ground soaked through her socks and left an uncomfortable wet, cold feeling on her feet but she ignored it and pushed forward till she had her sister in her sights more; her pace increased from there on, reaching out and grabbing hold of her sister's wrist when she was within range. river kept her grip firm, which itself was a feat considering her sister's wild thrashing and river's lack of upper body strength, or any strength whatsoever. "i'm sorry!" she screamed into the night, her voice fighting to over power the varying noises of the city. "i didn't mean it that way...you know you're important me to! you know it's always been you, family, before anything ever. i was just being dumb, i'm sorry..."