Penny groans, slumping forward onto the table. She’d been doing so well, too; even Marrow bought it when she called him Operative. On the other side of the room, Cinder eyes her critically, mouth pressed into a firm line. She doesn’t look — mad, per se, but she’s definitely not happy.
And who would be, really? Penny suspects that Winter is locked in her body, too, all the way over on the other side of the continent. There would be alerts if her systems went down; Dad would be panicking, would be petitioning the Vacuo government to let him send a team of Hunters after her. God, she must be so miserable out there.
“No,” she says off Cinder’s glare, “you caught me. I’m Penny.”
And just like that, all of Cinder’s anger falls away. She stares at Penny for a single, crystal moment, and then she turns around abruptly and says, “Okay, goodbye.”
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Sun kicks his feet. “I dunno, it’s pretty freaky for me too.”
“But I —” Penny groans for the sixth or seventh time that day, burying her head in her hands. “I don’t know, I thought she’d be receptive to the idea? As in, I thought she’d want to help me get out.”
“Of her wife’s body,” Sun finishes. “That the girl she killed that one time is now inhabiting.”
“I suppose she did do that, yes.”
He shrugs, stretching his arms high over his shoulders. “Well, if you need a place to crash for the night, you’re more than welcome at mine.”
Penny brightens up immediately. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he says kindly. “Wow, it’s so weird watching Winter’s face do that.”
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Date: 2025-06-01 06:44 pm (UTC)ship: winter/cinder
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i think penny and sun would be great friends :]
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“You’re not Winter,” Cinder says.
Penny groans, slumping forward onto the table. She’d been doing so well, too; even Marrow bought it when she called him Operative. On the other side of the room, Cinder eyes her critically, mouth pressed into a firm line. She doesn’t look — mad, per se, but she’s definitely not happy.
And who would be, really? Penny suspects that Winter is locked in her body, too, all the way over on the other side of the continent. There would be alerts if her systems went down; Dad would be panicking, would be petitioning the Vacuo government to let him send a team of Hunters after her. God, she must be so miserable out there.
“No,” she says off Cinder’s glare, “you caught me. I’m Penny.”
And just like that, all of Cinder’s anger falls away. She stares at Penny for a single, crystal moment, and then she turns around abruptly and says, “Okay, goodbye.”
-
Sun kicks his feet. “I dunno, it’s pretty freaky for me too.”
“But I —” Penny groans for the sixth or seventh time that day, burying her head in her hands. “I don’t know, I thought she’d be receptive to the idea? As in, I thought she’d want to help me get out.”
“Of her wife’s body,” Sun finishes. “That the girl she killed that one time is now inhabiting.”
“I suppose she did do that, yes.”
He shrugs, stretching his arms high over his shoulders. “Well, if you need a place to crash for the night, you’re more than welcome at mine.”
Penny brightens up immediately. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he says kindly. “Wow, it’s so weird watching Winter’s face do that.”