Within the isolated kingdom of her own making, Vesper mechanically followed the others with the lead of Rick. It was the same path she had taken in the past months. That is why it wasn't necessary for her to continue with the tour, but she had found that warm connection that had been lost to her for a long time. She didn't want to separate from that so quickly, even if there was a dull prick carving deep inside her consciousness from the casual conversation between JoJo and that of Dawn who was not of course a rabbit.
As natural, she erased that stain inside her blank canvass of emotions as unneeded. Their conversation, their talk, their apparent closeness, those were all things to be expected from friends and roommates. Dawn was a person in JoJo's life that she does not know about. Someone important whom he considered leaving for if it wasn't for her appearance in this place. He would have gone. She gathered all of that from the shared dialogues between the two. She was selfish isn't she? Her words that she had told him before, "If you go take me with you..."
She was holding him back and even knowing that, her hand could not help but want to reach for him. Her mouth does not want to speak words to take back her previous declaration of wanting to come with him. Instinctively, she was trailing behind JoJo and Dawn who were talking to each other. Her hand slowly raised itself as it seek to grasp him, but at the very last minute, she pulled away as JoJo and Dawn entered his room. Her hand instead settled itself onto Rick's sleeve. Her fingers clung to the fabric of his uniform. The tension slowly ebbing away from her. "Rick." Her deep violet eyes gazed at him. Its emptiness having a mysterious charm. "May I hold on to you like this for a while?"
Her voice despite its calm and distant tone related a sense of urgency only notable to those who have been observing her for a long time. She was not touching Rick's skin, but was simply gripping onto his sleeve like a lifeline. It is a fact that Vesper was perfectly stoic and the embrace she had towards JoJo was indeed surprising. But, Rick in a way also registered in her closed-off world, a familiar figure she could hold onto for now. That's because she has no confidence that she would be able to restrain such selfishness towards JoJo if she allowed herself and he did not deserve that as well as his friend, Dawn.
The answer was not heard as a new person had literally came out of nowhere courtesy of Illusion. This red-haired girl was vomiting towards the bucket that Illusion had given. The girl was probably not used to the sudden change and the feeling of swirling which Vesper assumed. She had likened it to motion sickness. At the same time, it would also appear that JoJo and Dawn exited the room. She looked at them and at JoJo, before averting her gaze and releasing Rick's sleeve in the process. Then, she approached the still vomiting girl. "Excuse me." She announced herself first and lowered herself to be at the same level with the red-haired girl. "This would ease what ails you." There on her hand was a small vial containing a golden brown liquid. "It is powdered cinnamon with honey." She then stood once the vial was taken. As to why she had it with her, she had suffered nausea when Illusion had used such a mode of transportation to her before. Though, she didn't vomit. After that, she returned not to JoJo's side but to Rick's and gripped onto his sleeve once more. As to what she felt or not, it cannot be seen outwardly as she reflected only a pristine doll.
The question was answered on the other side of the world at the same time, "Of course, she is." Even with a calm tone, it carried such a heavy weight as eyes of deep blue that at times considered purple held intense emotions of anger. "Don't use that tone on me, Lucius." This was said with a strong tone which held such authority. Lucius as he was called shook his head in the hilarity of the situation and with dismay. "Just admit it. Father." He spat that title as if it was disgusting to even have conceded to it. "You think you can protect her? That harlot? Did you even think of her as a daughter?" A sardonic smile flashed across his lips and the occasional slip of a chuckle. "I did you a favor. You wanted to get rid of her don't you? If anyone finds out about her, the reputation you protected so much for the ambition of becoming Prime Minister will crumble like the tower of babylon."
This statement earned him a punch filled with rage as it hit his right jaw. The force made him fall on his back and the formation of blood inside his mouth could be tasted and felt. "You stepped out of line. Don't think because you are my son, that you won't be put into your place. She's your sister!" Cold brown eyes holding seething rage looked down at Lucius. He should feel fear, right? But, there was none of that. Instead, he felt disgust and humor. Well, this entire situation was fuckin' funny. He spat out the blood inside of his mouth upon the lavish carpet without hesitation and began to massage his jaw. before speaking. "I guess we're father and son, after all. Because, I learned how to step out of line from you." He met the eyes of his father without any sign of being intimidated. That remark of his should earn him another punch, but what followed was the sudden opening of the doors to his father's office and,
"Lucius!" Arms embraced him and the scent of chamomile surrounded him. This was the scent of his mother. "What do you think you're doing Hiro!?" The panic and the clear despair echoed in her mother's voice as his father stepped back. "Cecile?" Hiro was clearly surprised at the sight of his wife who was supposed to be out of town. "I was right coming back here! How could you hurt our son!? Is this about that monster!?" Hiro calmed himself as he clenched his fists that were clearly shaking. "She's not a monster. She's Vesper. She's---" He wasn't able to continue as Cecile slapped him strongly. "Don't speak that name to me! Don't even try! That thing which is the symbol of your infidelity to me!" Cecile's beautiful face was twisted in agony and hatred as tears overflowed from those emerald eyes. She then helped Lucius up on his feet. "Let's go."
Hiro could not do anything to retort. That's because his wife had completely forgotten that Vesper was her own child not his from another woman. As for Lucius, he followed his mother out but not before, delivering a few words for his father's ears only as he passed by him. "You can't keep her safe and who's fault is that, Father?" Hiro turned to face his son, but only the closing of the doors met him and all he could say is, "Chikushō!"
As natural, she erased that stain inside her blank canvass of emotions as unneeded. Their conversation, their talk, their apparent closeness, those were all things to be expected from friends and roommates. Dawn was a person in JoJo's life that she does not know about. Someone important whom he considered leaving for if it wasn't for her appearance in this place. He would have gone. She gathered all of that from the shared dialogues between the two. She was selfish isn't she? Her words that she had told him before, "If you go take me with you..."
She was holding him back and even knowing that, her hand could not help but want to reach for him. Her mouth does not want to speak words to take back her previous declaration of wanting to come with him. Instinctively, she was trailing behind JoJo and Dawn who were talking to each other. Her hand slowly raised itself as it seek to grasp him, but at the very last minute, she pulled away as JoJo and Dawn entered his room. Her hand instead settled itself onto Rick's sleeve. Her fingers clung to the fabric of his uniform. The tension slowly ebbing away from her. "Rick." Her deep violet eyes gazed at him. Its emptiness having a mysterious charm. "May I hold on to you like this for a while?"
Her voice despite its calm and distant tone related a sense of urgency only notable to those who have been observing her for a long time. She was not touching Rick's skin, but was simply gripping onto his sleeve like a lifeline. It is a fact that Vesper was perfectly stoic and the embrace she had towards JoJo was indeed surprising. But, Rick in a way also registered in her closed-off world, a familiar figure she could hold onto for now. That's because she has no confidence that she would be able to restrain such selfishness towards JoJo if she allowed herself and he did not deserve that as well as his friend, Dawn.
The answer was not heard as a new person had literally came out of nowhere courtesy of Illusion. This red-haired girl was vomiting towards the bucket that Illusion had given. The girl was probably not used to the sudden change and the feeling of swirling which Vesper assumed. She had likened it to motion sickness. At the same time, it would also appear that JoJo and Dawn exited the room. She looked at them and at JoJo, before averting her gaze and releasing Rick's sleeve in the process. Then, she approached the still vomiting girl. "Excuse me." She announced herself first and lowered herself to be at the same level with the red-haired girl. "This would ease what ails you." There on her hand was a small vial containing a golden brown liquid. "It is powdered cinnamon with honey." She then stood once the vial was taken. As to why she had it with her, she had suffered nausea when Illusion had used such a mode of transportation to her before. Though, she didn't vomit. After that, she returned not to JoJo's side but to Rick's and gripped onto his sleeve once more. As to what she felt or not, it cannot be seen outwardly as she reflected only a pristine doll.
"Is she really a..monster?"
The question was answered on the other side of the world at the same time, "Of course, she is." Even with a calm tone, it carried such a heavy weight as eyes of deep blue that at times considered purple held intense emotions of anger. "Don't use that tone on me, Lucius." This was said with a strong tone which held such authority. Lucius as he was called shook his head in the hilarity of the situation and with dismay. "Just admit it. Father." He spat that title as if it was disgusting to even have conceded to it. "You think you can protect her? That harlot? Did you even think of her as a daughter?" A sardonic smile flashed across his lips and the occasional slip of a chuckle. "I did you a favor. You wanted to get rid of her don't you? If anyone finds out about her, the reputation you protected so much for the ambition of becoming Prime Minister will crumble like the tower of babylon."
This statement earned him a punch filled with rage as it hit his right jaw. The force made him fall on his back and the formation of blood inside his mouth could be tasted and felt. "You stepped out of line. Don't think because you are my son, that you won't be put into your place. She's your sister!" Cold brown eyes holding seething rage looked down at Lucius. He should feel fear, right? But, there was none of that. Instead, he felt disgust and humor. Well, this entire situation was fuckin' funny. He spat out the blood inside of his mouth upon the lavish carpet without hesitation and began to massage his jaw. before speaking. "I guess we're father and son, after all. Because, I learned how to step out of line from you." He met the eyes of his father without any sign of being intimidated. That remark of his should earn him another punch, but what followed was the sudden opening of the doors to his father's office and,
"Lucius!" Arms embraced him and the scent of chamomile surrounded him. This was the scent of his mother. "What do you think you're doing Hiro!?" The panic and the clear despair echoed in her mother's voice as his father stepped back. "Cecile?" Hiro was clearly surprised at the sight of his wife who was supposed to be out of town. "I was right coming back here! How could you hurt our son!? Is this about that monster!?" Hiro calmed himself as he clenched his fists that were clearly shaking. "She's not a monster. She's Vesper. She's---" He wasn't able to continue as Cecile slapped him strongly. "Don't speak that name to me! Don't even try! That thing which is the symbol of your infidelity to me!" Cecile's beautiful face was twisted in agony and hatred as tears overflowed from those emerald eyes. She then helped Lucius up on his feet. "Let's go."
Hiro could not do anything to retort. That's because his wife had completely forgotten that Vesper was her own child not his from another woman. As for Lucius, he followed his mother out but not before, delivering a few words for his father's ears only as he passed by him. "You can't keep her safe and who's fault is that, Father?" Hiro turned to face his son, but only the closing of the doors met him and all he could say is, "Chikushō!"