domestic

Look to the left. Look to the right.

“Dad.”

       ❝I’m the exact opposite of not distressed. I don’t like this!!! You shouldn’t be making these types of deals mom!! It’s illegal and dangerous and bad no matter how bad- and I’m an adult! I can say heck.❞

     ❝Hey Mom? What the heck????❞

❦ ⤏ ‶ @gxlitxr 〟 ⤎ ❦ let’s go lesbians!!!

❦ ⤏ ‶ @mxgunet 〟 ⤎ ❦ my CHILD

     These days, visitors are more and more frequent, but the spaces between are vast. Empty. Each irregular tap on the door makes her jump. Broken streaks of silence defy the listless days and patterns she’s come to expect. A decade of building a new circadian rhythm, a new daily schedule, is thrown away in these busy days. She quite likes it.     In comes her visitor of the day, yet the flowers are the first thing to catch her attention. ( She has received… a good few bouquets by now. Some are old, worn, tiring – a sign of things that cannot be let go. These flowers, though, are new. Fresh. A sign of earnest and of trying. Beautiful. Fitting of the sweet woman who thought to bring them. )     ❝ That would be me. ❞ Oh, Natsuo? Was this his special friend? He’s spoken of his girlfriend before, and, as his mother, she is not about to forget such a crucial tidbit. Ha. No secret is safe with Rei. But, she is not without tact, and refrains from asking point-blank, Are you Natsuo’s girlfriend? There would be another time. ❝ It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Magne. It is always nice to meet Natsuo’s friends. I don’t get to see too many of them. ❞ Unfortunate. ( That just meant Magne would be the one to see all of Natsuo’s embarrassing baby photos, and not the rest of Natsuo’s friends. )     ❝ I do wish he would have warned me. I don’t have anything prepared. ❞ Bright smile breaks for an apologetic one. Already, she is on the move. Tea and snacks are first on the agenda. Though the effort is belated, she wishes to be the best host possible for Magne. ❝ Please, come in! You’re always welcome here. ❞

❦ ⤏ ‶ @hxroics 〟 ⤎ ❦ thank you for your sacrifice

     What world of pain has he found himself in? It brings a tear to her eye to think of what has happened to him, what she could have prevented. Her slippers slide across the tile as she moves closer to him. WIth shock weighing down, down, down, it feels as though her legs are no stronger than limp noodles. Caution drives the halting motion of her hands, ‘til they eventually brush upon his arms. 

     ( It would be too much to hold him, to drag him into a hug and keep him there and keep him safe. Rei can’t risk alarming him. Don’t scare him away. If there is anything he deserves, it is all the goodness in the world. )

❦ ⤏ ‶ @gxlitxr 〟 ⤎ ❦ let’s go moms !

     The notion strikes her. Not as anything in particular. It simply resonates. To live without a husband? To say she’s never considered the idea would be lying. The catch is, the idea has always presented itself in an unpleasant context. What is she without a husband? She and Enji are essentially separated in all but writing, but that single thread is the only thing that keeps her from becoming less.     Her whole life, her parents have nudged her this way and that. Cultivate an attractive skillset ( an attractive face is a bonus ), flaunt her quirk ( to the extent the law allows and not a hair further ), know how to worm her way into any man’s heart ( which she never quite learned how to do on purpose ). The end goal is clear, single-minded, absolute: Net a husband. For, without one, how can she be a desirable member of society?     Who needs husbands? She does, she thinks. Then, she thinks again. Is it really so much a need, if he’s brought her pain and trouble? If he’s left her to stand by herself? Does she need him if she already is standing by herself? ( And, what if she could choose someone else to stand by? One day, when the storm has passed? If there is a next time, she wants to be with someone warm in a way that matters, like the woman sitting with Rei, leaning backwards on smooth palms and blonde head cast back, all her worries behind her. Can Rei be like her? )     The revelation – maybe she doesn’t need one - maybe she can be herself - just her and the rest of her family – leaves her so giddy, she has to keep her hands from flying to her mouth. After all these years, the same energy doesn’t quite reach her lips, doesn’t quite give her an uncontrollable grin like it might have done a lifetime ago, but she smiles nonetheless.

please stop me from making this blog i don’t have the Time i’ve already spent an hour looking at theories