𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬.

                           ...   𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻.

ind.   pri.   sel.   roleplay blogs for     kaname madoka   and   akemi homura   of   puella magi madoka magica.

(   i,   i,   i ... !   )

star guardians,   these people call themselves,   these students from high school,   college,   university   —   a different kind of magic but with the same outcome.   they’re precious.   they’re lost.   like gemstones,   twinkling until they’re not.   swallowed by naught:   what becomes of them ?

there are no witches nor wraiths,   no nightmares nor cutesy aliens to trap you in their web.   a shade of the self ?   what are you willing to give to take care of the ones you love ?

“     a - ah !   sorry,   excuse me !    uhm ...     ”     tentative motion,   backing away from the older student she collided with.   nervousity permeates her entire being.   she lifts a hand to cover her mouth,   curling fingers against lips,   chewing on nails,     “     you,   ah ...   you’re in high school,   right ?     ”

it’s odd.   feels almost ...   surreal.   madoka tastes magic on her tongue;   she doesn’t know why she knows it’s magic,   just that it is.   it feels right.   she thinks she sees feathers where feathers shouldn’t be.   she blinks and the feathers are gone,   mint and raven returning to something close to normal.   what’s normal ?

madoka doesn’t know.   she doesn’t think too hard on it.

“     is it cool ?   i still have a couple of grades to go,   but ...   i heard it is !     ”

@godloyal​ wished:     ‘     i promise you will not always be this war.     ’

           between you and these bones:     poetry prompts.

          I’LL MEET YOU AT DAWN,   I AM WEARING EIGHT PAST LIVES AND I SMELL LIKE FLOWERS   —   you can’t miss me.

(   i couldn’t keep staying oblivious to what was going on !   i remember,   i forget,   i walk in circles,   i turn back and get forever lost in your labyrinth.   )

homura once said that they may someday,   tomorrow,   one day be enemies.   it feels a little like a truth and a lie,   like something she’s not supposed to believe yet has to realize is right.   i miss you.   i despise you.   can i kiss you ?   what would it take for us to slip into the past ?   a lot.   maybe too much.

madoka thinks it’s a little silly;   they’ll be together forever after all.   right ?   right ?   it’s best friends forever,   it’s a love story   (   and it’s more than anything can compete against   ).   the spider lily blooms in the dark,   but the spiranthes blossoms where the air is thinnest;   at the mountain peak they can find what they’re both looking for and nothing more   (   homulilly walks down the hill to her death,   kriemhild gretchen is likened to the vastest of peaks;   homulilly grasps at everything with her hands,   kriemhild gretchen gives the world everything she can   ).

“     homura - chan ... ?     ”     madoka questions,   fingers wringing into own shirt.   she finds a loose thread;   she pulls at it.   madoka is vaguely reminded of a time where she saw more than anyone could fathom.   she pushes it to the back of her mind with a shake of her head,   lifting a hand to push a lock of pink hair behind an ear.   the physicality of her being is staggering;   mortality stings,   but she doesn’t understand why.

“     i think ...   i think i will always,   somehow,   feel like some type of war.     ”     she admits;   she doesn’t know why.   why,   why,   why ?   hand wrings deeper into shirt,   above her heart;   when did she come to be at peace with this revelation ?

it feels so long ago ...

madoka smiles.   it’s selfless,   it’s beautiful.   it feels like light’s first rays on a meadow after a season of pouring rain.

“     but it’s okay,   homura - chan !   if i do it,   then noone else will have to !     ”

and that,   she feels,   is fine.   she smoothes out her school - wear,   draws the shirt down and straightens the skirt out.   perfect,   immaculate,   in that way where it’s so very charming;   kaname madoka,   you have ever been the best of them all.  

she holds out a hand to homura,   lets it hover,   and then grasps at the sleeve of her best friend’s sweater.   it feels right.   it feels wrong.   it feels like something forbidden,   yet she can’t get herself to stay away.   perfectly wrong.   wrongfully perfect.  

madoka walks forth.   she has ever walked with purpose.

corporeal and yet not,   a concept to save all other magical girls from a fate most grisly,   she embraces the role of being what magical girls want to see and she embraces being a part of everything,   yet nothing at once.   she still responds to she / her pronouns,   loves to remember herself as being just a simple girl,   but she feels a disconnect with the act of being one.

she’s much,   much more than what gender can describe.   she’s the clouds in the sky,   the stars that illuminates the night,   the cosmos that turns with her every take of breath.   she’s the universe itself,   the very reality shaped by her own wish.

post - rebellion she still feels this disconnect,   this weird sensation of being too much of one thing.   she doesn’t understand why,   she just knows that it feels ...   wrong.   she remembers what it feels like to drift and be part of everything.   she doesn’t remember if it was just a dream or something more haunting.   in time she will remember.   but not now.

           𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰,   𝑪𝑰𝑹𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬.     independent,   selective and private roleplay blog for   KANAME MADOKA   of   puella magi madoka magica !   please press   ♡   or   ↻   to help me find more writing writing partners !