(Now it's both too much to look at Venus, and at her kind words. Neptune stutters between wanting to interrupt her typing and looking up from her phone altogether to watch the emotion flow unfiltered through Venus' eyes in a way she has never seen before. She'd always accused Venus of hiding things, but she didn't know that it was like this. That it was this much.
Her many gazes are piercing. Neptune can hardly look away for wanting.)
I want to be bad. I hate this. I hate feeling like this and I hate that I don't know what I'm supposed to do. All I know is what I want
(And what she's not supposed to want. That venn diagram is more like a circle than anything.)
Venus I want to, but not without Jupiter. We need to find her first because I won't go without her, just like I wouldn't go without you. She doesn't deserve that.
(Venus' hand is there, so close. Neptune can't quite make her hand extend all that way, but she does brush her fingers against Venus' knuckles, a questioning touch, like asking permission.)
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Her many gazes are piercing. Neptune can hardly look away for wanting.)
I want to be bad. I hate this. I hate feeling like this and I hate that I don't know what I'm supposed to do. All I know is what I want
(And what she's not supposed to want. That venn diagram is more like a circle than anything.)
Venus
I want to, but not without Jupiter.
We need to find her first because I won't go without her, just like I wouldn't go without you.
She doesn't deserve that.
(Venus' hand is there, so close. Neptune can't quite make her hand extend all that way, but she does brush her fingers against Venus' knuckles, a questioning touch, like asking permission.)