"Dunno what kind of company I'll be." A wry, weak smile that doesn't have much energy to stick around. Not with the whole of the stairs left ahead of them. "Laying down sounds pretty good far as I'm concerned."
As she focuses on taking the steps though, one at a time, one a time, it seems just the littlest bit easier. She's used to being alone, had to get used to it or lose her mind, but that never meant she'd found a way to like it. She still feels miserable as they start for the bedrooms but at least Klaus will let her focus on somebody else rather than herself. Make things a little better.
How convenient, a voice drips ice and acid from the landing above, brown fringe framing a cold glare at Klaus. Vanya hadn't seen her get up there but then again she never does. All she has to do is lift her head, or turn, or open her eyes after too long shut and there she'll be: implacable and furious, dressed in the uniform that she'd truly belonged in with a smudge of black marker on her wrist. Bet you he's spying on us. Making sure we're well-behaved and quiet and doing as we're told. Running off to Luther to tell so they can shut us away again. Where they think we belong. Where they think they can control us.
"Please shut up," Vanya mutters, quiet and desperate for the voice to just stop. And then as she's pressing knuckles into her temple she realizes that...may have been out loud. Shit. Glancing at her brother would have put an embarrassed flush on her face before, but Vanya is just...pale these days. Mortified, but pale. "I didn't m- Not you. Sorry."
Great. Harbinger of the apocalypse and now she's sounding extra crazy. Couldn't even blame her siblings if they were to keep an eye on her, the way things are shaking out.
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As she focuses on taking the steps though, one at a time, one a time, it seems just the littlest bit easier. She's used to being alone, had to get used to it or lose her mind, but that never meant she'd found a way to like it. She still feels miserable as they start for the bedrooms but at least Klaus will let her focus on somebody else rather than herself. Make things a little better.
How convenient, a voice drips ice and acid from the landing above, brown fringe framing a cold glare at Klaus. Vanya hadn't seen her get up there but then again she never does. All she has to do is lift her head, or turn, or open her eyes after too long shut and there she'll be: implacable and furious, dressed in the uniform that she'd truly belonged in with a smudge of black marker on her wrist. Bet you he's spying on us. Making sure we're well-behaved and quiet and doing as we're told. Running off to Luther to tell so they can shut us away again. Where they think we belong. Where they think they can control us.
"Please shut up," Vanya mutters, quiet and desperate for the voice to just stop. And then as she's pressing knuckles into her temple she realizes that...may have been out loud. Shit. Glancing at her brother would have put an embarrassed flush on her face before, but Vanya is just...pale these days. Mortified, but pale. "I didn't m- Not you. Sorry."
Great. Harbinger of the apocalypse and now she's sounding extra crazy. Couldn't even blame her siblings if they were to keep an eye on her, the way things are shaking out.