#v (borderlands)

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@apocalypseraised sent: ❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞

Minerva applies another stroke of polish before stealing a glance up at the other girl’s face, a cheeky grin lighting her lips as she dips the applicator in the bottle and wipes the excess off against the rim.

“We used to do this a lot in New Haven, when Sophie and I were little. When the corporations were sniffing around New Haven, or the bandit lords were getting too bold, and Miss Pierce set a curfew, Mom would paint our nails and tell us stories to keep us busy.” She laughs, her smile turning wistful as she adjusts her hold on Clem’s hand and sets to painting colour onto the next finger. “It’s a pain in the butt to get polish around here - honestly I don’t know how Mom did it in New Haven, either - but it’s the little luxuries that make it worth it, right?”

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👀 + "-- do you like me? "

Her brows raise as she stares at Clem, fixing her with her best ‘really?’ look before giving an exaggerated eye roll.

“Gee. I don’t know! Let me consult the Magic 8 Ball.”

Cue direct eye contact as she mimes picking up said ball and giving it a long, vigorous shake. A brief glance down at the empty space between her hands is followed by a melodramatic gasp. “Well gosh, would you look at that! ‘All Signs Point To Yes’.”

A pause.

A smile.

“Dork.”

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⭐?? 💓

Delta

Though it took time for them to warm up to each other, their developing friendship renewed a spark of hope in Minnie - though not, perhaps, the type Clem might’ve hoped for. Building a friendship and connection with someone her own age felt to Minnie like the first step toward building a life in the Delta; a sign that, in spite of everything that happened to her, she could still be genuinely happy and still have agency over her life - the caveat being, of course, that her happiness is bought and paid for by her loyalty to the Delta.

Borderlands

Early in their friendship, Minerva made matching braided friendship bracelets for her and Clem. It seemed like something silly that might make Clem smile from the ridiculousness of it all. Years later, the colours are faded and the braid is fraying, but Minnie still wears hers - a keepsake that reminds her of her youth, their friendship, and that there’s always a reason to smile, even on Pandora.

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@apocalypseraised sent “No. I’m not letting you go.“

“Oh my god, you’re the worst,” she teases, making another half-hearted attempt at extricating herself from the tangle of limbs and blanket she’s found herself trapped amongst. It’s a fruitless effort, she knows-- or rather, she’s willing to let it be a fruitless effort. The couch is pretty comfy, after all. She can afford to lounge. For a little while, anyway. 

“Fine, fine, you win.” She lets herself slump deeper into the couch, huffing in mock defeat even as she drapes an arm around Clem in a lazy cuddle. “But if Marcus starts going off about delayed shipments, I’m pointing him at you.”