Cosmic Hope - ARCHIVED

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:* 50 five-word sentence starters

          The child stills her movements, a half eaten potato chip in her hand coming to a halt before her parted lips, as she stares at the teenager with a quizzical expression. 

     Do what makes her happy?

          There’s many things that make her mundanely happy in this time and place. Eating, petting cute dogs, talking to or listening to the elderly, following Ikuko around, more eating... There’s no end to the silly, human things that can make her feel happy.

          But she knows that such feelings are temporary distractions from both her pain and her goal. But, for her own sake and for the sake of everyone else, she indulges in them with gusto, intending to enjoy what she can while she’s here.

     But sometimes, with Usagi, she wonders if she’s doing enough. 

          It is for mercy’s sake that she tries to make the teenager smile as often as possible. The happiness she derives from that is no temporary thing.

          The tiny toddler crawls over the sofa, leaving her bag of tasty chips behind on a cushion, until she stands on one arm to be tall enough to address Usagi directly. She points upwards with two chubby index fingers, places them on the corners of Usagi’s lips and pulls them upwards.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:* 50 five-word sentence starters

          Memories are sweet? 

          Yes, some of them are -- so sweet and so precious that the thought of letting go of them is as absurd as it is impossible. How could she ever forget the ones she loves? 

          But some memories, though here they are both past and future to her, are ones she cannot cherish, much less accept; as if embracing them and allowing them to be the final word would make the sweet moments meaningless. 

          Does her strength come from the happiness she has already been given or does it come from the givers of happiness themselves? 

          Was she ever truly strong, in any of her lifetimes, or was she always just borrowing and relying upon the strength of others?

         "Again and again, all I am left with is memories when I lose everything to save everything. This time will be no different unless the story is rewritten. I must go back!”

       A secret? She’d have to assume that the answer was going to more than likely be a strong no, that Usagi would – yet again – have no idea where the small child had run off to. Maybe she should contact her? To let her know where to come and get her this time? 

  “  How about we get you settled for now and then I’ll bring you some snacks?  “  What was that child anyways? The mystery was still strong. Another child? No, Pluto had already told them that wasn’t the case. So who was she? Maybe this would be her chance to try and figure her out. 

    “Some snacks!"

          Snacks plural! Honestly, being so small and cute has definite advantages! It also helps that she is one who is so very easily swayed by food -- the one thing about her that will never really change, no matter what form or what place in space time.

          And, of course, seeing this rather generous side of Rei is the best thing of all. But Chibi Chibi already has so much love for the miko that cannot be dimmed by anything -- not even the passage of time -- that interactions such as this draw her in like a moth to flame.

          The tiny tot toddles on over to the older-appearing girl and slips her equally tiny --- and, somehow, not sticky -- hand into hers.

Chibi Chibi: Chibi chibi chibi. Chibi. Chibi chibi chibi. Chibi.

a softer world sentence starters.

          How easily her thoughts tend towards things of the past or things of the future. Lately, it’s been so hard to focus on the present that is right in front of her, though it can never be just the present for her ever again.

          Isn’t innocence supposed to be bliss? Then why does it hurt her heart to watch her loved ones carry on in this timeline, unknowing of what is to come to pass in the distant future and beyond? Wouldn’t it be better if they all knew, despite how much pain it would cause?

          But she can’t say it. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet!

     But can she endure it and carry on with a smile? She must. She must! She must!

          Chibi Chibi crawls into the Starlight’s lap and makes a clumsy grab at the older-appearing girl’s arms to wrap them about her tiny form in some sort of hug. She snuggles close and bends her head backwards to look upwards with a sweet smile. The look in her dark blue eyes is still sad and faraway. But this time, love and, perhaps, sympathy for something unspoken can be found within them as well.