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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: support
╰┈➤ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mention of kidnapping, mention of child murder, mention of massacres
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"THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BOMB."
Powder slouched in her hideout, handing the blue-haired girl the gadget with an almost apologetic shrug. "It doesn't work," she muttered, "most of my inventions don't."
Aviva examined it carefully, her dark green nail tapping the surface with an air of expectation. "So, what exactly isn't working?" she asked, her tone dry and teasing.
"If I knew that," Powder shot back with a crooked grin, "don't you think I'd have fixed it by now?"
Jinx smirked as she gently took the gadget from Aviva's hands, their fingers brushing for a fleeting moment. "I suppose you're right," Aviva replied, her voice warm. "But you'll get it eventually. These things take time."
Powder smiled back softly, her eyes lighting up. "So... what do you like to do? You know, other than killing plants," she teased, her tone playful, making the girl giggle in response.
Aviva hesitated, her eyes drifting downward. "There's not much to do at my home. Si—my father doesn't allow me to leave the house... much," she said quietly, her voice trailing off.
Powder watched her closely, taking in the soft curve of her jaw, the delicate arch of her brows, and the way her eyes seemed to reflect something deeper—something beautiful that seemed to hold her entire world inside them. "So, you never really figured out what makes you tick?" Powder asked, her voice gentle. "Something you like, something that excites you?"
Aviva raised her head, a quiet intensity in her eyes. "I suppose not," she said thoughtfully. "But I love everything. I feel everything deeply—every little thing, every moment. Sometimes it's overwhelming, but I don't know... it makes me feel alive. I guess it's just that... I can't help but dive into everything, even the things that hurt." She paused, a faint smile pulling at her lips. "I think that's how I know I'm real, you know?"
