[it takes Anna 35 to get there. she was ready at 15, of course, but had to spend a lot of time deciding whether she'd even show up, figuring out what to wear, and briefly considering whether she should bring her sword.]
[she has decided not to.]
[when she walks in, her hair longer than she'd ever kept it and her jacket covered in patches from punk and mental bands that she'd never listened to before, she takes a moment to look around, and there's... her lips are drawn tight and she does her damnedest not to show much shock when her gaze inevitably falls on the girl she'd recognize anywhere as her little sister.]
[it doesn't take her long to walk up to the table and sit down across from her, just because she knows she's already come this far and it would be cowardly to walk away. her voice sounds scratchier than her sister might remember, but seven years of smoking will do that.]
no subject
[she has decided not to.]
[when she walks in, her hair longer than she'd ever kept it and her jacket covered in patches from punk and mental bands that she'd never listened to before, she takes a moment to look around, and there's... her lips are drawn tight and she does her damnedest not to show much shock when her gaze inevitably falls on the girl she'd recognize anywhere as her little sister.]
[it doesn't take her long to walk up to the table and sit down across from her, just because she knows she's already come this far and it would be cowardly to walk away. her voice sounds scratchier than her sister might remember, but seven years of smoking will do that.]
Beatrice.