(In any other circumstance Neptune knows she would hate this, the eyes following her every movement. It would make the skin crawl on the back of her neck, make her arms erupt in goosebumps. She's accustomed to this, to being watched carefully, monitored, regulated.
Venus' gaze isn't like that; it comes from a different place. The way her hand twists to hold Neptune's fingers is different.)
If we don't take her with us she'll stay here, and that isn't the way it fucking works It's all of us, or none of us
(She's not sure who she's tying to; Venus put her phone away. It doesn't matter. It's nothing Venus doesn't already know. Neptune stows her phone into her pocket and links her hand in Venus' like an anchor, holding her tight like a tether, and then she gives her a little pull away from the fountain with a cursory roll of her eyes. They'll go to find Jupiter, bring her home to them.
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Venus' gaze isn't like that; it comes from a different place. The way her hand twists to hold Neptune's fingers is different.)
If we don't take her with us she'll stay here, and that isn't the way it fucking works
It's all of us, or none of us
(She's not sure who she's tying to; Venus put her phone away. It doesn't matter. It's nothing Venus doesn't already know. Neptune stows her phone into her pocket and links her hand in Venus' like an anchor, holding her tight like a tether, and then she gives her a little pull away from the fountain with a cursory roll of her eyes. They'll go to find Jupiter, bring her home to them.
Come on.)