𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜

as an apology for the last oneshot that could have easily been the WORST thing i've ever written in my entire career (i don't talk about the things i write when i was 8-10) here. have this.
sophie angst but not really but yeah
tw: sophie has an episode near the end, starts at "This feeling was only amplified when she saw the grey, pallid face just behind her." and ends at the part where sophie says sorry to jenny

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"When did you buy those poppies?"

Jenny looked up from the boxy device she was fiddling with, glancing to the vase on the bedside table. Red petals sprouted from it like small eyes, glaring in which ever way they were facing as if blaming the place for their imprisonment.

"Oh, the place felt a bit dull." Her girlfriend pulled an awkward smile, setting the recorder at her socked feet. "Thought they might uh... cheer you up, I don't know."

Sophie attempted to smile back, but quickly lost her focus as she joined Jenny on the bed. Why did Jenny have a recorder? "What are you gonna do with that?"

"Oh, I was thinking..." Jenny tapped a nail against the top of the box, creating clicks that sounded like rain against a balcony. "You'll see. Mind if I record a conversation?"

"Oh." Sophie eyed her curiously. "Sure."

"You sure?" Jenny's eyes fogged with uncertainty. "Cause, you know, we don't have to–"

Before Jenny could argue, Sophie had grabbed the recorder and shoved it into Jenny's hands with a sigh. It thrummed with life, not quite on but not quite off either. "I'm sure."

"Okay," Jenny pressed her finger down on something on the box, the movement so minuscule Sophie almost didn't catch it. "Sophie, let's start from the beginning, okay?"

"Alright." Sophie folded her legs to her waist, casting a glance towards the poppies on the dresser. They stared back scornfully, seeming to rustle from the attention. She looked back towards Jenny, slowly rolling back her shoulder blades to push away the shudder she felt was coming.

"If you ever get uncomfortable or nervous in any way, please tell me, alright?" Jenny frowned. She knew how secretive her girlfriend could be sometimes, and she couldn't entirely blame her, because Sophie was just like that. She wasn't secretive because she wanted to keep secrets, she just felt like those secrets were a burden to others.

Sophie gave her a thumbs up, jolting her out of her private thoughts. "It's fine Jenny, don't worry."

"Okay, just making sure." Jenny sighed, quickly following it up with a quiet chuckle.

"Is it recording?" Sophie eyed the red dot blinking at her– the same color as the poppies –in question.

"Yeah, don't worry."

"Good."

She took another moment to take in her surroundings. Her painting still stood on the wall, the walls were still that same tacky wallpaper that Jenny intended to change one day, the room was still stable. Sophie could do this.

"Why are we recording this, again?" She swallowed a shallow breath, rubbing her clammy hands on the fabric of her sweatpants.

"Hey, you said you have trouble remembering stuff, right? This might be really helpful." Jenny pointed out, her eyes holding that familiar glint that they always had when she came up with a good idea (or whatever she thought was a good idea).

Sophie nodded. "Makes sense... I-I don't even know where to begin."

"What about the oldest memory you can think of?" The girl opposite Sophie leaned forward, resting her elbow against her knee and making the bed curve further to accommodate for the weight.