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[isawallflower]

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[isawallflower]

[ It wasn't instantaneous for Riley. She couldn't shake it, years of feeling like she couldn't be good enough, that whatever she tried, whatever she did, no one would acknowledge her. Not a coach, teacher, or parent—she'd muddle through on her own, or depending entirely on Cairo until the two knew and loved each other so much they could no longer stand each other.

Riley tried to apply that to Ryslig as well. But, slowly but surely, she found...exceptions. Cracks in the carefully carved mask she's worn all this time. People who...aren't shying away, despite her reservations. Eridanus was the first to offer it, unconditional aid. Against expectation from everything she's experienced, he's here. She asked for help, and he came. ]

You really...really... [ An awful girl who takes away people's loved ones doesn't deserve this. But still, Riley drinks it all in as he holds her close. A quiet escapes hum her, wet and wavering and elated. She's wanted this for so, so long; she can't help herself. ] Dad. Dad, thank you, tha- thank you, I... I love- love you too...!

[ A sleepover is a great and wonderful idea. However, Riley is tired. If left in this position, she's absolutely going to fall asleep at Eridanus' side...and she doesn't seem inclined to move. ]