If Veil were a star, Jane must be a meteor. Or an exoplanet, a reject that had been kicked from her original orbit and who now sailed through the universe in total isolation. In all her years she had sailed adrift, untouched by mother or lover or even husband. Her skin was so foreign to touch that her own mother’s breath made Jane shrink inward. It was wretched to see the affection that said mother now lavished upon the desired son.
But then she had sailed past Veil, and had been trapped in that mare’s orbit. Or- not trapped. She had been gripped and pressed into an embrace to which Jane felt grateful and comfortable for the first time in her life.
Veil promised her friendship, promised not to leave her alone. And Jane closed her eyes, willing it to be so. “Thank you. I would love to be a part of your world,” Jane said and submitted to her sister’s embrace.
tagged; @Veil Nebula
ooc; i think we can start wrapping this up
i've never felt more alone it feels so scary getting old
