tender and sickening, all at once. beautiful prose and dialogue, where what isn't said screams loudest of all. the stark reds and whites of the art add to that intensity. will forever think about scarlet's observation of the two bathrooms in her school, or blanche being told she's too sensitive by her coworkers, or the split-second observation scarlet has of a mop of blonde hair rising from her bed. little reminders of the systemic failures that led to blanche's and scarlet's lonely, exhausted existences.
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the way this vn presents rumination, and complex intrusive thoughts is fantastic, too. i genuinely felt ill during the final scene from scarlet's pov — her desire to comfort and support her mother as an equal, mixed with the nauseating realization that this wasn't what she wanted, that she was violated, even if it was gentle.
the final sequence, where blanche's pov is shown was also powerful in the short time we see it. watching everything get ripped under her feet in a split-second, and her own intrusive thoughts, her own violating experiences made the earlier scenes between her and scarlet even more painful.
i'm going to chew on this one a lot. thank you for making this.