Lissa - Travelling Alone: Vixen - Jia

“You’re travelling alone,” Vixen said. It wasn’t a question.

Vixen reached across the narrow gap and gently turned Jia’s face back toward the darkening landscape. “That’s the wrong question,” she murmured. “The right one is: what’s our story for tonight? ” Vixen - Jia Lissa - Travelling Alone

She didn’t answer with words. She let her hand rest on the seat between them, palm up, an offering. Vixen’s fingers intertwined with hers—cool, deliberate, asking for nothing more than the next station. “You’re travelling alone,” Vixen said

Jia’s first instinct was to lie, to perform the polite shield every woman learns to carry. But the rhythm of the tracks had loosened something in her chest. “Is it that obvious?” “That’s the wrong question,” she murmured

Jia should have been offended. Instead, she felt seen in a way that terrified and thrilled her. She thought of the stage lights, the hollow roar of applause, the way her body belonged to everyone and no one. “Something like that,” she whispered.