[ just like tenderness and affection, politeness also has no real place in heine's repertoire. he notes vanessa's silence, but it doesn't hurt his feelings. he just observes it in the distant, removed way one might observe a passerby several blocks away—interesting, but not as something he needs to action. she can be quiet as long as she likes.
heine straightens up from where he's been leaning heavily against the window and instead unlocks the sash, which he pushes up enough to make space to sit in. half-in and half-out, one long leg dangling into nothingness while the other boot braces on the floor inside. he leans back against the frame and looks up, between the buildings at the slice of blue he can see from here. ]
Sky's not so bad once you get used to it. [ an idle observation, not entirely conscious of having even spoken aloud. heine said underground and meant underground—he's only ever seen the sky once before. the blue had been harsher then, somehow.
after a long minute he turns back to regard vanessa, wondering if she's figured out whatever cat's got her tongue. or dog, as it were. ]
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heine straightens up from where he's been leaning heavily against the window and instead unlocks the sash, which he pushes up enough to make space to sit in. half-in and half-out, one long leg dangling into nothingness while the other boot braces on the floor inside. he leans back against the frame and looks up, between the buildings at the slice of blue he can see from here. ]
Sky's not so bad once you get used to it. [ an idle observation, not entirely conscious of having even spoken aloud. heine said underground and meant underground—he's only ever seen the sky once before. the blue had been harsher then, somehow.
after a long minute he turns back to regard vanessa, wondering if she's figured out whatever cat's got her tongue. or dog, as it were. ]