A/N: First time writing Vianca!!Hoping I did her justice<3
(Intro . Rules . Masterlist)
The cool autumn night breeze made everything feel small around her, Renee thought. Everything about the small town felt so much bigger when she was younger. The people, the houses, the problems - but the autumn never failed to bring that familiar comfort. There was something special about it.
“You’re zoning out again.” The comfort of a familiar voice called out, a little smug to have caught her. “Still on Earth with the rest of us?”
Renee huffed out a laugh, hand instinctively going to cover her mouth. “I’m still in this planet’s atmosphere, Via.”
“Good.” Vianca states. She reaches up, gently tugging away the hand that hides Renee’s smile and instead lacing it within her own, “I’d have missed you if you were in space."
“I’d take you to space with me if I ever went.” Renee protested, “We could count the stars together. It’d be fun.”
“Just say the word, and I’ll start packing.” Vianca retorted, cracking a grin.
Constellations were a very human approach to the stars. Making stories out of bright lights people couldn't yet understand- it was the very foundation of how humans worked.
And somehow, it felt like fate. So many stars, and yet somehow, someway, these exact stars aligned in the exact manner they did, to make the exact patterns they do. The stars certainly were bright tonight, Renee mused to herself. She enjoyed sitting on the grass and tracing constellations out.
Renee couldn’t remember when the quiet had become so comfortable with Vianca. She let her eyes flutter shut and let the breeze sink into her skin. It made her feel small - in the best sense of the word. Like the world had so much to offer even after so long.
“You wanna tell me what you were thinking about?” Vianca asked, bumping her shoulder with Renee’s.
“High school.”
Vianca laughed, making a show of cringing, “Yikes. Embarrassing teenage years.”
“I was pretty sure you hated me, actually.” Renee sighs dramatically, “I mean, I received such a frigid response every time I tried to be friends with you. How you wounded me.”
“Wha- come on!” Vianca protested, “It was high school, you know how I was. It was never anything against you.”
Renee snickered, squeezing the hand that laid in Vianca’s. “Yeah, I know. I’m glad you came around on me."
Vianca considered the statement. She leaned, pressing a soft kiss to Renee’s cheek. She took the moment to lay her head on Renee’s shoulder, squeezing her hand back. The comfort of Vianca’s trust alone was enough to soothe.
“Yeah.” Vianca finally responded, “I’m glad I did too.”
