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[Vinalo]

It has been a bell since Vinalo first read the letter from their mother, Leleja Leja. Though they had tried to go on with their plans for the day, the contents of the letter simply prevented them from being able to focus on anything else. They found themself at their desk, looking over the letter again, not knowing what to do.

[Misha]

The sound of the apartment door opening and closing would be heard as Misha returns, followed by the scent of baked goods.

“Beloved paissa, I am home. They were selling fresh tarts on my way home so I picked up a berry medley tart for us both.”

She sounds in a good mood, as she has sounded for a bit now, as she settled in the habit of going through the 'I just got home' routine.

[Vinalo]

Misha's voice snapped Vinalo out of the focused thought they were mired in. There was no denying that her return raised their spirits a bit, and they managed a smile as they stood up to greet her.

“Ah. Welcome home, Misha!” they said, enthusiasm more blunted than usual. An unfolded letter was visible in their hand. “I… think I could use something tasty like a tart right now.”

[Misha]

In their moons together, Misha had come to learn Vinalo's voice well. The tones in which they spoke said much of their mood, and right now, something was amiss. Looking up, the woman would seek her partner.

“Vinalo? Are you alright?”

Once found, Vinalo would be scooped into an embrace.

[Vinalo]

“I'm fine, ju- ah!”

They found themself hoisted up into their partner's arms, as happens from time to time. It really was difficult to remain in a sour mood like this.

“Hah… nothing's happened to me or somesuch, but…” they said, trailing off for a moment. “Remember that I sent a copy of the book to my mother? And a letter?”

[Misha]

“I do, some time ago. Did something come back from that?”

Setting them gently down again to peer into their eyes, looking a bit serious, and concerned.

[Vinalo]

Vinalo nodded and held up the letter in clear view.

“I'd given up the idea that I'd get back anything at all, but… here it is. A response. Has things I expected and things I didn't. Like…. well, I don't mind if you read it yourself.”

[Misha]

She has to step back a bit to take the letter, mismatched eyes reading through it. A small frown creases her forehead, and you can almost feel the indignant defiance in some of what had been written.

Taking a bit of a breath, she would glance up at them once she was done.

“How…are you feeling about this..?”

Trying to keep a level tone.

[Vinalo]

“…Not sure. Part of me is glad she's actually thought about things, that she actually seems sorry about everything. That's… well, it's something.”

They ran a hand through their red hair and sighed.

“But… she couldn't even talk to me first and saw Pipino? I mean, it sounds like she got an earful. An 'illuminating' meeting means Pipino gave her blunt opinion, probably a deserved one. And that's… fine. But part of it stings, that she couldn't even talk to me first.”

[Misha]

Exhaling softly, Misha lowers the letter and reaches out to touch their shoulder lightly.

“From what you have told me, your mother might have been too scared to come straight to you. Although I think it is rather rude to suddenly impose on Pipino..”

Misha has to bite her lip than to say anything further.

[Vinalo]

“I suppose… and yes, I hope Mum didn't just surprise her on the street or such,” they said, raising a hand to rest on Misha's arm. “Getting a response was possible, I knew it was, but I guess after what I said in my letter, she'd do something like stash it away and pretend it never showed up.”

Vinalo's gaze drifted a bit.

“She's really good at that, you know? Pretending things're not a problem, and just moving on.”

[Misha]

“She did do that…but she also took initiative to even make the trip, right? That has to count for something.”

She smiles as she draws near, trying to give the woman the benefit of the doubt. It was rich of her to say some of what she has written, but Vinalo didn't seem very surprised either.

“…she said she wanted to see you…”

[Vinalo]

“She did. And I don't think she's lying. The things she said in the letter there, she sounds scared of how long this has been going on. Maybe… maybe it shook her out of the routine, you know?” Vinalo asked. Their voice started to sound mildly irritated. “It… it must've became so easy to forget they had a child. Years and years going by, just the two of them. Same house, same routine, same everything. Only broken up every few years by me showing up, and then leaving after barely a bell. Maybe they just boarded up my old room. Maybe… maybe…”

Vinalo closed their eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling after a few seconds.

“…I'd like to sit down. Couch?”

[Misha]

Misha nods and leads them to the couch, holding their hand.

“Should I put some tea on?”

Asked gently.

[Vinalo]

Vinalo walked over with Misha to the couch, and unceremoniously flopped down onto it. They gazed up at the ceiling for a moment before looking back to her and smiling weakly.

“Mhm. Nothing heavy right now, just… well, I reckon you'd know which one'll be good.”

They settled in, trying to relax their nerves.

[Misha]

“I'm thinking maybe a lavender tea, to help your nerves.”

Usually, the act of tea making would be slow and thorough. This was not the time though, although she did try to make it with love and care.

“Bit of honey with it, hon?”

[Vinalo]

They audibly hummed in thought, carefully considering what kind of tea they wanted.

“Think I'll pass on honey this time. Just… not feeling much for it right now.

Vinalo sat up and watched her prepare the tea, simply enjoying her presence here at home. It was calming, but couldn't keep their mind from drifting back to the subject at hand.

“She said she hasn't told my father anything about this. Didn't see the point. And… I don't blame her for that. He'd probably get all… how he gets. How none of it matters.” They sighed. “What an ignorant arse he is.”

[Misha]

“I mean…I think I would be a lot more concerned if your father was involved.”

Misha would bring their matching cups over to the couch once the tea was done, carefully hopping up onto the cushions. Passing the cup over, the calming scent of the lavender would hopefully help.

“What are you thinking, Vinalo?”

[Vinalo]

Vinalo accepted the mug with a small smile, simply holding onto it for the time being.

“Lots of things, Misha. I do miss her, and I told her that in my letter. But, the last time I tried to mend things, I walked away thinking that was it. Tried all I cared to try, and that was it. So it was on them,” they said quietly. “Could've just sent the book without a letter, just to show that them not supporting me didn't hold me back. Don't need their approval, just… well, we talked before about this.”

[Misha]

Misha nods, listening to them speak.

“We did. But this changes things…or does it?”

[Misha]

She would take a small sip of the tea, though it's rather warm.

[Vinalo]

Vinalo likewise brought the mug to their face, but didn't take a drink just yet.

“Do you think it does? I mean… I guess it does. Mum wants to see me and talk to me without my father around. Really wasn't expecting something like that.” They took a sip of the warm tea, savoring it. A quiet hum. “No worries about being shoved out the door while she makes excuses. Could actually… talk normally.”

“It'd be a nice change.”

[Misha]

“Do you want to see her? She says she wants to get to know you, and such.”

She's watching them closely, curled up against them to be a comforting warmth against their shoulder.

[Vinalo]

“I…”

Vinalo felt Misha's warmth against them, but their head still drooped down. They stared into their mug of tea, mind racing at such a simple question.

“I… I want to and I'm angry that I want to, and then I'm angry that I'm angry. I want to yell and scream at her for letting everything happen how it did, Misha. My father's the one who kicked me out, and refused to ever see me for who I am, but she's the one who just smiled and shrugged and said maybe it'll work next time!” Their grip on the mug tightened and their breathing became a bit more rapid. “He hardly ever got angry and he'd never do anything to her, but she's just so… so obsessed with wanting everything to calm and nice and proper and not a spot of conflict.”

They stopped and bit their lip, still looking down into their mug. A few seconds pass.

“I believe anyone can change if they really want to, Misha. Try harder, make amends. And I… I told myself that it was up to them to make any sort of move. But now that Mum is… it hurts. I… want to see her and it hurts that I do.”

[Misha]

“Why does it hurt, love? It's alright to be angry. You have every right to be angry. After all, she didn't even try to stand up for you.”

Misha gently rubs their shoulder, letting them feel their feels.

[Vinalo]

Vinalo's breathing slowed down as Misha rubbed their shoulder. They took a long drink of their tea and let the question bounce around in their head for a moment. Another moment. They slowly turned to look at Misha. Their face looked weary.

“Because if I miss her and want to see her, it feels like… like I'm already forgiving her for everything; like I'm desperate for it. She f-finally reaches out, and I jump on it. I know that's not how things are, but… rrrgh.”

[Misha]

“You haven't though. I know it feels like you are, but it all boils down to missing your mother, and that's valid. Everything you're feeling right now, makes sense. Except for the guilt.”

She gently cusps their cheek, urging them to look at her gently.

“It's alright. It's alright to want things. It's alright to want to reach out.”

[Vinalo]

“I know… I know it is. I really do. It just feels…”

Vinalo leaned into her hand, their breath stuttering a bit. They blinked slowly.

“Letters made it more… real, I suppose. Exchanged more words here than the last sixteen years combined, you know,” they said, more quietly and calmer now. A sigh. “I… I think I want to give her the chance to at least… say something about it all, or whatever she wants to talk about.”

They reached up with their free hand and held it against Misha's.

“But, I can't… I won't just roll over like she does. Too much happened, more than she even knows about.

[Misha]

“In the time we have known each other, never have you been known for just giving up like that. And, if you need any reason beyond what you want, if it helps…do you think you could go as planned for our bonding with this on your mind? With the 'what if's you would be wondering about if you do not see her?”

Misha smiles at them and leans into their touch.

“If it is hard to do it for yourself, then do it for us.”

[Vinalo]

“Wouldn't stop me, but it'd probably be hanging at the back of my mind.” They managed to return the smile, their mind clearing a bit. “You know well enough that I really try to not have any regrets, Misha. And, well, I'd not want to just make something to regret right here. Not now. Not when we're about to be bonded.”

Vinalo scoots a bit and leans in, touching their forehead to hers. They close their eyes.

“If… when I go to see her, would you come with me?”

[Misha]

“I know, love. I know. You are so strong in that way, and tis one of the many things I love about you.”

She nuzzles their nose to her own, forgetting everything but the feel of them being there, and so close. The birthstone on Misha's forehead is probably a little cool to the touch.

”…Of course. You hardly need to ask. I will be there, doing my utmost not to chew her out, yes? But I can not help it if I glare at her from my seat next to you.”

It didn't sound like she was joking.

“I thought she would come here, truth be told. Where would you meet with her?”

[Vinalo]

Vinalo chuckled softly at her 'threat.'

“Reckon she might be expecting that. I told her about you in the letter, remember?” they said, pulling back and smiling. A genuine one. “If she wants to even try to be a part of my life again, that includes you. If she can't handle being glared at by my biased partner, then she's no right to get involved.”

A moment of thought.

“Should we just meet here? Was thinking somewhere else, but maybe this'd be easier. More comfortable. Easier to talk.”

[Misha]

“I have been known to be biased, but so have you, love. The anger in your voice when mine…spoke as they did….tis the only good thing from that day. Knowing you were in my corner.”

Misha is stroking their cheek now, the thumb gently caressing over the swell of their jaw. They were so lovely, but they were lovelier still when they truly smiled.

“Well, I would not trust– Ah. I have a thought. Why not go to mine apartment instead? I am not so sure I would be ready to let her in to our…sanctum, as it were. Perhaps, if this goes well and she earns the right to see where you call home.”

[Vinalo]

“Well, I didn't say it was wrong to be biased, did I?” they asked, giggling sofly. “I had some more words in mind for them both, but they'd already fled the room.”

Their smile continued to grow as Misha caressed their cheek. It was simply too difficult to remain too upset like this. Her touch. Her smile. Her beautiful mismatched eyes. Vinalo felt warm and content with it all, even after all these moons. Her suggestion snapped them back to the subject at hand, however.

“That's… not a bad idea. Somewhere we've both been, and not too intimate, but still a private place. Reckon that might be for the best, Misha.”

[Misha]

“I would not trust anywhere outside; Too many ears. Nor would I trust the tea house with it, being as personal as it is. At least in my apartment, you can be as angry as you want; The ocean drowns most of it out anyways, so it would be between the three of us.”

She beams at them then, the expression growing more common as they spent time together.

“I keep the place clean, but I do not keep any food or anything of the sort. If we need things, we will have to bring some from here.”

[Vinalo]

“We can take care of that easy enough. Some bread or pastries and some tea'll be simple to bring along.” Vinalo stops and thinks for a moment. “Though… Mum always liked coffee a lot more than tea. Reckon that hasn't changed.”

[Misha]

“I will have to stop by sometime and give the place a once over just in case.”

This is spoken absently, just things she kept in mind for later. After a pause though, Misha would look to them and lean in a little.

“Are you feeling any better?”

[Vinalo]

Vinalo took a deep breath, slowly exhaling. And again. The stuttered breathing had subsided.

“I am. Not fully, of course, but… better. Enough that I think I can write a short letter back to tell her the plan later. Or tomorrow,” they said, smile not quite as wide as before, but still present. “And better enough to eat, I think. Tarts, right? Should we save them for after dinner?”

[Misha]

“I was thinking of making something simple for dinner, a hamburg steak, some rice…some veggies..”

Her stomach growls.

“I, uh, skipped lunch. So, I could definitely cook. Want to help with the veggies and the rice? Get your mind off of things?”

[Vinalo]

“Maybe something a bit lighter than beef? I think we've still some chicken in the icebox,” they ponder, finally taking another good drink of the tea. “But, you're right. Helping'll help clear my mind and such. And speed up filling both of our stomachs.”

Vinalo moves to slide off the couch with a small chuckle, but not before giving Misha a quick kiss on her cheek.

[Misha]

“Oh, no, you are not getting away that easily.”

Misha catches them and would gently coax them close to kiss their lips. One good kiss, to make up for all the bad emotions.

“That sould tide us over until after dinner.”

[Vinalo]

Vinalo let themself get pulled into the kiss, though making sure not to spill the tea in the process. They let out a quiet hum of contentment as their lips met. They'll never tire of this feeling.

“We'll just have to do our best,” they said with a chuckle “There'll be have plenty of time to worry about meeting my Mum later. But for now, should we get started on that dinner?”

[Misha]

“Maybe a chicken casserole…hmm…”

Misha smiles at them, and nods. “Yes. Good food, excellent company and…a stunning view.”

[Vinalo]

Vinalo simply laughed (though perhaps their ears were a little red) and started off to the kitchen, gesturing for Misha to join them.

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