Soteriophobia and Snark
part eleven: in which kanaya overthinks greetings
morning:
Hi.
It intertwines them like a vow, a one-word promise of something just out of reach.
It is stupid, Vriska declares vehemently, so she never says it. It's Kanaya. She always says it. Vriska says H8y.
H8y, or Hey, (whichever really) works like this, Kanaya decides:
"I acknowledge your existence and casually nudge you in a hello while still maintaining my image and cool, and the amount of ellipses I add after said hey are large indicators of my current mood."
And Kanaya sends
Hi.
because "Good morning, sweetheart," is a bit too nerve-wracking.
night:
It is implied that when she signs off that there are a thousand things she didn't say.*
I'm vision-blindingly redundant-phrase-sayingly in love with you, Kanaya doesn't say.
I know, Vriska doesn't say.
(what they don't say, you see, is so obvious and yet so not.)
I miss you, and I wish you were here. I love you.
*The pronoun she here refers to both of them.
Kanaya counts the days until she can see Vriska again and recounts and recounts, curses the sunset, and falls asleep trying to decode the enigma that is her flushed crush.
Kanaya finds it odd that she can list the number of times she's called Vriska by her real name on one hand
(it's usually some shortening of her screen name)
and yet they've shared all of the secrets in the world.
Kanaya says she doesn't like getting up, but she's thrilled waking up in the morning to see
H8y.
~a rare dedication:
to wbm
hi.~
