Vi. Come on, this is-- [She tugs at her wrist, lightly the first time.] I'm not going anywhere just-- [She let's Vi continue on her mad tear, the route blurring around them, shadows whispering, unknown ones but also Mylo
Mylo: she doesn't trust you] No, that's not what's happening! [Her spoken desperation is different than Vi's determination.
she knows what you are
It's swallowed up by the darkness around them and she turns her wrist in Vi's hold to clasp her back tightly.
But once they're out and the shadows recede like a tide she tries again to pull free for the second time, almost pleading.] Vi.
no subject
Mylo: she doesn't trust you] No, that's not what's happening! [Her spoken desperation is different than Vi's determination.
she knows what you are
It's swallowed up by the darkness around them and she turns her wrist in Vi's hold to clasp her back tightly.
But once they're out and the shadows recede like a tide she tries again to pull free for the second time, almost pleading.] Vi.