#sisters............

[shelovestobite]

viola kinzie drawing in 2025 this is so real

[spaceraiseda]

@mtchstck​  :  “You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.”

                                  things took a very drastic turn, causing the two sisters to get separated. it’s been a loooooong few days and jami had more unwillingly than willingly traveled quite the way. something she was more or less used to. it wasn’t the most pleasant adventure she’s had so far but it was still pretty exciting. seeing liv again so soon was unexpected but most definitely not unwelcome. jami was mostly unharmed, her clothes a little dirtier and more ripped than before. arms wrap around the older girl within seconds, bright grin immediately on her features. overjoyed to see her.  “  ey, you know it ain’t my fault  !  i didn’t do nothin’  !  ”

[shelovestobite]

i will never get tired of drawing them

[gnfilized]

everyone shut up twinkduo is alive and well AND THEYRE BEST FRIENDS AND GIGGLE ON CALL TOGETHER STILL AND FACETIME AND!!!!!!!!

[deatheless]

@heldgirl sent: sometimes i think i can gain control by doing everything right. / accepting.

she likes to think she’s not so useless anymore. sure, what she’s been able to figure out how to do is nothing even remotely close to what amber can do, but she can hold her own, now. or at least something close to it. most importantly, she's acclimatised enough that they don’t need to be constantly babysitting her any time anything even slightly dangerous happens — and she’s even been able to take a few people out herself, which ... well, she’s got some pretty conflicting feelings about that one, but she thinks it’s technically a good thing.

it's gotten to the point where she doesn't feel like too massive of a weight holding amber back — and like she almost might be able to help her one day — and that's more than she could ever ask for at this point.

there's one thing she still feels entirely hopeless at, though : getting amber to open up even a little is such a herculean task, it makes the memories of her late night talks with lauren seem like a breeze in comparison. but the burden on her shoulders is so heavy mina swears she could see it if she squinted enough. every time she looks at the younger girl ( because oh my god, she's so young — and she was even younger when all of this started, which is something mina can't think about for too long without anger starting to bleed hot into her chest ), it's almost enough to take her breath away.

so she tries, bit by bit. never pushing too much, or she'll shut off even further. just enough that she can crack that wall open a little bit more each time. it's a careful process, one she sometimes wonders if she's even made any progress on at all.

so something as honest as this comes as a huge surprise, though a wholly welcome one ... even if the circumstances behind it are leaving much to be desired. it's never fun when they've lost a fight, for obvious reasons, but amber seems to be taking this one particularly hard. mina can tell she blames herself for it going awry, and the quiet acceptance in her voice when she speaks all but confirms her worry. she adjusts her blanket around her shoulders, before reaching over to fix amber's, hand drifting up to brush some hair behind the younger girl's ear.

❛ i think, ❜ she starts, quietly, ❛ having control is a myth. regardless of what you do. ❜ she's well aware that's not very comforting, don't worry. but it's the truth — or at least the one she believes in. mina hasn't had control over anything that's happened to her for quite a long time, even before she woke up that night in a blood-stained dressing room with a permanent reminder carved into her chest, so it's all she can believe. but she's fallen into something like acceptance at this point, and while you could call it hopelessness — sometimes, like now, she thinks it might be for the better. to know that something going wrong doesn't have to be your fault, because you aren't in charge of what happens. for someone like amber, who's quite literally been written into the life she has ... she can understand what she must be feeling. the unending pressure of maybe this time i’ll be able to figure it out. it's eating her alive, as much as she pretends otherwise.

❛ you can't have control over everything. it just doesn't work. ❜ mina scoots a bit closer, shoulder pressing against amber's as she stares into the fire pit instead of her eyes, in the hopes the lack of eye contact will put amber more at ease. ❛ but it doesn’t mean you’ve done something wrong. ❜ she cracks a small smile. ❛ even if i think doing everything right is also a myth. ❜

the joke falls a bit flat, but she's not shocked there. her heart wasn't really in it. she shakes her head, long curls falling from the loose ponytail she’s kept her hair tugged into all day, and brushes her knuckles, translucent in the firelight, gently against amber's. they’re not bruised anymore, not physically, but she knows a healing spell can only do so much. she saw what it looked like before. when she speaks again, her voice is soft. careful. ❛ just because ... just because things aren't going as planned doesn't mean you've done something wrong. you can't live thinking like that. it's paralyzing. ❜ mina's spent far too much time trying and failing to claw her way into some farce of control to watch amber whittle herself down the same way she has.

there's a shift in the silence, and she can feel amber pulling away, can feel the walls come back up, and she sighs. it's okay. she leans against her again, a silent apology in the press of their shoulders against each other, before she tugs her blanket a bit closer around her shoulders and turns to face her for the first time since amber's confession. she masks the worry still churning in her chest with a gentle smile. ❛ you should get some sleep first. you need to be as rested as possible so we can kick their asses tomorrow, right? ❜