[Neo wasn't handling it well by the third day of this. She'd been agitated, huffy, almost pouty. But when she didn't think she was being watched, she'd looked nervous and outright worried. In fact, she'd been anything but emotionally stable for days now.
The natives were broken. The city was broken. Everything was starting to crumble, which meant that the dream was crumbling, which meant that this was all crashing down. The promise that the Moss King had made. It still hovered in the air. She wanted her perfect life. She didn't want to go back to Remnant, to loneliness, to pain, to working for one psycho she wanted to kill for getting one of her only friends killed, or someone who just wanted to destroy everything.
And now Emerald had been distant. She'd wanted to talk, but Emerald had been a wreck, for days. Eventually though, Neo knew something was up. Sleeping on the couch was a good hint. She was there, curled in the bed, bags under her eyes, hair a mess as she took her phone and did the same thing. Text to talk would work today.]
It's ok. I love you. Come here. We can talk. Or hug. Whatever you need.
[Honestly, as mad as she was, as confused and frightened, she didn't care. She just wanted Emerald to come over.]
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Date: 2021-02-04 05:02 am (UTC)The natives were broken. The city was broken. Everything was starting to crumble, which meant that the dream was crumbling, which meant that this was all crashing down. The promise that the Moss King had made. It still hovered in the air. She wanted her perfect life. She didn't want to go back to Remnant, to loneliness, to pain, to working for one psycho she wanted to kill for getting one of her only friends killed, or someone who just wanted to destroy everything.
And now Emerald had been distant. She'd wanted to talk, but Emerald had been a wreck, for days. Eventually though, Neo knew something was up. Sleeping on the couch was a good hint. She was there, curled in the bed, bags under her eyes, hair a mess as she took her phone and did the same thing. Text to talk would work today.]
It's ok. I love you.
Come here. We can talk. Or hug.
Whatever you need.
[Honestly, as mad as she was, as confused and frightened, she didn't care. She just wanted Emerald to come over.]