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Sketchy comm for the lovely @prrp 💛
Maybe we'll fit together after all?
Gosh, he just can't help it, he cares so much!
I can almost hear his sigh of relief when he sees V coming home safe and sound
“Don't fear the Reaper. Baby take my hand."
Day / 05 of #VWeek2077 = The Last Call
Medium: Cosplay, Photography and Video
Song: Don't Fear the Reaper (Re-Imagined) by Denmark and Winter
Matching pride icons for me (EuroV) and @acidicguts (SilverV) <3
johnny and v have a psychic link. it's not actually psychic 'cause duh, but it's whatever is so close it looks like it to the untrained eye. a new form of cybertelepathy, maybe? or is it more 'ganic, like something to do with them actually sharing parts of their central nervous system before they were seperated? it doesn't fit a neat definition because johnny and v aren't neat people, but messiness is a given for everything in night city.
they can see each other from across the room and know exactly what the other is going to do -- every situation goes as though it's been rehearsed. there's a certain uncanny synchronicity some find, um... unnerving? like, if there was a scav behind v, johnny didn't need to say he was gonna shoot in v's direction. they already knew he was going to and ducked out before they were caught in the crossfire. johnny didn't even need to check if they were in the way; he just knew they weren't. no talking, no hololink, no cyberpsychosis that would make two people perfect killing machines like that... (okay, maybe it's a little creepy, who the hell cares?)
some people say the way v and johnny move and talk reminds them of those merged twin-fighters in kabuki -- their names were... certo and esquardo! right and left, yeah, that's them. (v remembers the twins, and they remember beating both bodies badly.) the twins already had that shared-womb and growing-up-together connection, and it only deepened when their neural oscillation synchronizers were installed and they became 'one person.' but, honestly? the twins look like a sham, a schtick next to v and johnny. they look like they belong under the big top playing pretend with the clowns and the strongmen.
the twins identify, very staunchly, as one person with two bodies. v and johnny are... more ambiguous with it. they often blur the lines between themselves 'cause there isn't much of a line to begin with. their defaults have been switched to we/us/ours instead of me/i/mine and one hardly uses "you" to refer to the other 'cause of how easily plurals fall from their lips. (like, "rainin' like someone's pourin' from a fuckin' bucket outside. v, we got an umbrella?" instead of "v, where d'you keep the umbrellas?") it isn't exactly easy for others to follow when johnny is spinning some yarn about this badass shit they pulled off when he refers to both himself and v with we/us/ours often and regularly, but it's kinda romantic? so that gives him a few points to make up for it.
really, "you" is saved for intimate moments where the cracks in the unified front show, if only just barely. the cracks aren't faults, per se, just individualistic traits or wants that shine through. johnny asking v "how're ya doin'?" 'cause he wants to hear their voice. v telling johnny they "bet you can't make those strings sing," 'cause they want to watch his fingers dance across the neck of the guitar. gentle caresses of fingertips against a jaw, eye contact unwavering and unbreakable and silently, (if secretly), saying, "it's only you i can want; it's only you i can love."
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