#im so sleepy im sorry if thisbwas incoherent some parts prolly are

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ljhfshkgd Vynrosa for SURE he's known Artem longer compared to the other boys and canonically is known to be jealous, I would love to see your thoughts on how that would play out

snhdksjdk yeah!

(rlly quick im answering this sleepily bc i havent gotten much sleep and its now kicking in and so my thoughts miyht not sound coherent jsjdjf but!)

i think id write it as more of a bittersweet hurt comfort tone rather than straight angst tbh! i dont know if i can twist the characterization enough in my favour (atm i cant think of anything good or convincing thats also in character) to make it rlly angsty like you initially wrote out. prolly something more exploratory on the vynrosa side as well as some petty banter from vyn and artem dynamics

i was thinking about vyn realising that, like him, rosa also takes great pride in her work, and so in his mind he's created a senseless divide that because she has not (obviously, loudly, extremely) “chosen” him, she's chosen her work, which he assumes she deems as of higher importance to her. then he creates a sense of solitary, isolating false dilemma in his head and hurting his own feelings at how he was so sure that she'd chosen her work over him, and hes sad about it and might even lash out at her or rosa or slip up w one of his patients.

but then when he talks to rosa she's like. "oh no its not like that. i chose to be a lawyer because i liked learning law and i wanted to help people from learning law, the same way you wanted to learn more about the world from the somehow small and suffocating world in svart where the subject of psychology was considered as hogwash. it was an interest spurred on by passion, like it was fate. today im good at this, but if there ever was a time where i felt i was needed elsewhere or something else calls to it, id like to see what i can do. there's tons of ways to save people, mine is just one of many :)"

and internally he's thinking that she's already saved him, so thats a great start, and i think id use this piece to write about his struggle into surrendering to a flow state, to let things be without holding the leashes of fate so tightly wound it became a ball and chain that dragged him forwards. i want to see him welcome the present for all it has to offer, to remember what has been given can be taken back, what can be taken, will. so there's no need to become a prophet of his own pain, to borrow fear from tomorrow when today still stands.

and then ill write artem and vyn quipping w each other bc they're fun as hell to write