alrighty, i cleaned my stuff here and picked up pretty much most things of relevance and archived this account. my new asuka blog has the same url as before and i'll hopefully catch up with refollowing soon, but it will also serve as a soft reboot, with slightly adjusted and revisited older headcanons ( still somewhat of a wip ), a stricter selectivity ( again ) and a very, very important non-affiliation to the gx space. i am so strongly anti-fanon that if you write a gx muse ( includes multis ) and find my new blog, you will have to read on my specific boundaries for it over there before following even if we've been mutuals here. this doesn't apply to current mains because i've been comfortable with them, of course, but anyone else may be, or already is, on thin ice. unfortunately my 'quietly removing myself' method didn't seem to work when i moved blogs last year, actually it made things worse for me and i ended up being uncertain about following back anyone, so i'll be more upfront this time around. sorry to those who recently followed but after over a year of seeing the same rhetoric everywhere, and with that i mean everywhere, i gave up on adjusting to an environment that works in the ways the gx fandom does.
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alrighty, i cleaned my stuff here and picked up pretty much most things of relevance and archived this account. my new asuka blog has the same url as before and i'll hopefully catch up with refollowing soon, but it will also serve as a soft reboot, with slightly adjusted and revisited older headcanons ( still somewhat of a wip ), a stricter selectivity ( again ) and a very, very important non-affiliation to the gx space. i am so strongly anti-fanon that if you write a gx muse ( includes multis ) and find my new blog, you will have to read on my specific boundaries for it over there before following even if we've been mutuals here. this doesn't apply to current mains because i've been comfortable with them, of course, but anyone else may be, or already is, on thin ice. unfortunately my 'quietly removing myself' method didn't seem to work when i moved blogs last year, actually it made things worse for me and i ended up being uncertain about following back anyone, so i'll be more upfront this time around. sorry to those who recently followed but after over a year of seeing the same rhetoric everywhere, and with that i mean everywhere, i gave up on adjusting to an environment that works in the ways the gx fandom does.
i'll reply to a few more drafts before i go through with it but i'll be moving blogs in maybe a week or two, there is a lot of stuff to transfer and clean up
change of plans, i only got around 3 thread drafts to reply to that are recentTM so i had the galaxy brained idea to carry them over and have writing on my new blog sooner rather than later. i got things from @buriedvow , @sigrika and @tempestforged - if i missed anything else though, let me know please
a pair of hands are cradled within another pair. aglaia lifts them in a plea, the one prayer to her aunt she dares utter. gilded eyes soft, lips half a grimace, they beseech for a single thing and never for anything else : “ fly away with me, asteria. we can find refuge elsewhere. you needn't suffer in this place, ” —— as a prisoner to the higher planes. the king's daughter made her decision long ago, to leave her cage, and so may the weary titaness. “ i know you are exhausted, and you miss uncle perses. but, i beg you, do not give up. ” - @omorrow
against inescapable strands, the quail's wings fold. flightless and abiding, she is plucked away from grievances to bask alongside festive manifestation. your radiance an echo to far reaching horizon, flickering with honey torches and youthful guidance. once, the bright asteria was just like you : jubilant and o' so vibrant to behold. magnificence itself was her crowning glory of heavenly bliss and sidereal satellites. then, she was celebrated with happiness by northern pillar and oracular song. incandescently adored, the subtleness of her glamour ensured everlasting honor, and yet the brighter she shined, the darker prophetic strands had dimmed. you share a fate similar to hers, bright as the gold that lies between your ribs, pulsing with glory and honor, yet marred by its ebbing calcium and inevitability.
fly away with me, you say because you are defiant / because you feared becoming a prized bird with clipped wings and ceremonial fetters. do not give up, you say because without hope we are left with nothing but torment. hand over hand, phoebe's daughter feels nothing but the desperation clinging onto your fingers as you held on. your eyes speaking prayers of invigoration — stubbornly latching onto whatever pulse existed within the reflection of starry gaze. the titaness smiles softly : how endearing kind you are, dearest aglaia. removing her palm from your cradle, affectionate asteria places it on the outline of your visage. your skin feels cool upon first initial contact, only to warm softly to the gentleness of her touch.
❝ i have indeed grown tired, ❞ she taste the bitterness from her mouth long before sweetness sets in. pain harbors a dry lasso down her willing throat, and in the helm of all of her emptiness — she understood her own self-inflicted depravity. to love is to despair, and asteria of happy name had already surrendered to its venom and prophecies. but for you, perhaps she can listen to a different song. you remind her a bit of him after all, stubborn and defiant, he too once challenged the divine loom — only to be lost to her in the end. ❝ but if you so desire it, than it shall be so. ❞ how wicked it was to know terrors of the divine, with all of its vile absolutism spun in the tapestry of the night. ❝ and once you are away from this cage, you have to promise me that you will continue to live on without regrets — and i'll.... ❞ she pauses gently in assurance, lips softly gracing your forehead with a gentle kiss of acknowledgement, ❝ i'll be with you.❞
and o' how sweetly she lies behind her beloved smile, knowing that her end shall soon be your beginning. ❝ — i will see you tonight, aglaia. outside the gates, where no other eyes shall witness our descent. ❞ fly aglaia, fly to greater heights and spacious skies — because this quail will soon fall / because fate willed it / because this too was her final act of defiance. and in exchange, you shall shine brightly as a candle beyond the shores — giving back your light in exchange for something far more precious than beauty or glory : that is the future she sees before you, smiling with the love denied to you within olympian skies.
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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙻 ; 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ( 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂 ) // @gxtchas : judai touches his lips afterward, a little stunned. “…oh.”
𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺. she could not un-spill the milk, or un-crack the vase, or un-shatter the dishes. mary, though unwillingly embodied anyway, could not undo her weakness of kissing the savior in his shadowed lonesome space, and therefore left him with the first time for either to feel someone else's lips. but what if she did that on purpose ? what if she snapped at the sight of her hand being kissed first, the offered comfort within her open palm gliding against the verge of the savior's mouth, his eyes aglow like solar edges spying a glimpse of her reaction. what if she could not take another second of this blurry fondness ? this unaddressed longing. what if that was her stupid, stupid revenge? asking if she may draw herself near, and upon receiving a yes, giving in to her curiosity for what might happen if she bluntly abandoned all restraint. opposing eyelids already half closed by the time she dared move her weight and loom within but few millimeters betwixt noses left to overcome. and you had it coming, this impending contact, this accident, this thing thoughtlessly executed. you had it coming. she had it coming. the fusion of stars, their nuclei bursting open and setting themselves free / the admittance of attraction revealed in its humble placement of love, breath muffled by another’s breath. meekly and delicately. it lasted three seconds, as long as the amount of time needed to realize what she had done and pull back. gently. puzzled, too. “ … ” and as you contemplated so did she.
oh, you breathed. an o as hypnotizing as the corona of an eclipse, as saturn’s rings, as a well’s opening. one could have fallen into it. the heavens were as mighty as they were soundless. empty space stinging between warm bodies, though there nestled no whole void, but rather the invitation to close the gap again.
as you touched your lips to feel the remnant of her action, so did she touch hers to savor the sensation. she was scared of how bizarrely nice it tasted. how good it felt. she should not have liked kissing someone as sacred as a friend, as pure as someone so ready to melt her heart out of its own winter, pure as sun-rays and dew on grass. neither was particularly innocent in anything, and even if they once more were, she still broke something, violated this gap never truly defined before. “ … i ... ” voice cracked ashamed, it was another broken thing, another spilled thing. what did she do ? she did the same you did to her. selfishly taking nearness for granted. she had done something she could not take back. there was no fixing this. there was only saying sorry or i don’t regret anything. but she ever so frequently needed to fix her mistakes if they were regrettable. so … was this regrettable, the deed which neither could have been undone, nor corrected ?
it’s more questionable the more the silence stretched with the same speed by which the distance stretched between stars. ‘ the more space between two objects, the faster they separate. ’ she panicked abruptly in hallucinating this distance, that she pushed you away rather than pull. that you could, would, might have seen her as her grotesque, needy true self. that you could, would, might have been ... disappointed. “ that, uhm, that was silly of me to do, please forg— ” forgive ? forget ? she was denied the opportunity to complete the sentence and finish stringing together her wish by the very pull she thought had long decayed between her and you. her stature in the prompt, magical seizing of loving hands, the evenness of her jawline cupped. her head adjusting to the instantaneous inching of a second head. the shape of hers clashing against yours. again. again. these atoms touched, even if the science behind them insisted they would repel. nothing made sense anyway. she did not make sense and felt them all seep through, returning — but wait ...
oh, she realized then, that she felt her mouth pressed by the careless curiosity of your mouth.
burnt sugar against grave-flowers abloom upon her gloss-faded pinks. ash to soil. the second kiss played out as thoughtlessly as the first, but much worse in its gluttony. much, much worse. mind-numbing. ‘eye-closing’ instead of ‘eye-opening’. erasing every thought, every quiver of her fingers, every sense of despair, every paralyzing hypothesis. she simply clung to your torso, dug into your black shirt over your shoulder blades, and she forgot about her shame. too much of her was entirely adored to not accept it in exchange for a few shuddering exhales. if she were to be trapped in this darkness, don't save her from it, she had it coming. she did not need to invent a redeemer. she welcomed the darkness wrapped around her — all, all around her — and she did not want to be rescued.
"That doesn't surprise me at all." words were warm as her sweet smile grew wider. "but isn't it better to feel like a teacher's 'pet' rather than being scolded all the time? Some of the professors here are pretty strict. I've witnessed poor Lynae being lectured more times than I can count. Sooo ... be proud! Your brilliance is something to be admired, Asuka."
In response to her companion's offer, Sigrika's head tilted slightly, a soft hum emanating from rosette lips. "Ah..... you know? I've always wanted a study buddy ..... but I'd hate to inconvenience you ... would it really be okay?"
𝙾𝙷 , 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚂. how unchangeable it was. how relatable. in its blaze, it donated its bright whims, on and on it went, delightful as it was calming, then it shone its praises and shifted away to not further bother come night time. what a troubling sight to watch this cycle in repetition, self-removal upon self-removal, all hers, self-inflicted, onlooker-inflicted, and the praised one understood what she witnessed. quick as the habit fell had she been as quick to catch it, without brushing it off. “ don’t ever think you’re inconveniencing me. it’s okay to do things together if it comes easier. besides, i offered, didn’t i ? ” she did, she did, she did. ( and don’t deny it. ) quietly slid a pinky finger then, to hook with the one belonging to the sol-sworn, preened for unbearable glory. “ it would also be a good excuse to meet more often. although i would like to go watch films with you, too. or go shopping. having fun together again. ”
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𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐎' 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍: 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐒? Extended periods of time spent together allows one to sense emotions you try your best to hide. Sentiments of sadness, of solitude despite being in company— abandonment. All of them shades that obscure your auburn eyes, meant to glow with the intensity of the sun. Slender fingers rest 'neath your chin so you may look into her cornflower irises, as if she may find something within. In truth, it is strength she means to share, so she does when her fingers leave warm skin only for deceptively-fragile arms to envelop you in her embrace. ◜No one says it has to be easy.◞ Certainly not her. Doing so would be the highest form of disrespect to your story, to your struggle and daily trepidations. Arms tighten their hold, a quiet sign to lean onto her. ◜So do not ever pretend it is.◞ Not to me, she means to say— but she does not. For the saint isn't so capricious as to demand what cannot. Nor conceited enough to believe herself above everything and everyone, including you. Warmth emanated from the smile painted 'pon roseate lips as she separates herself, only enough to peer into your brilliant bronze eyes. Long fingers reach out to tuck away a few strands behind your ear. ◜Night must pass in order to make way for dawn to illuminate the skies. Remember: no night lasts long enough for the sun not to rise.◞
𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚈 𝚈𝙸𝙴𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴 , 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙳. almost. not truly. hers, a protest dead on arrival soon as arms created their cradle. solace was a banquet from which she refused to ever steal, or beg for crumbs at the table's edges. no scenario could have altered the haunting sense of subjection to benignity, its pain akin to a touch placed against a re-opening gash, but in lieu of wincing did she allow the pressure to stop the bleeding. worse even, she returned the squeeze in kind, frown concealed by limbs interlocking with limbs, threads of pale and dirty blonde mingling. “ cartethyia … ” she faintly called upon you, the nurturer. you, the executioner of misery. you, her friendly rival in her soothings. a giving girl meeting another giving girl. a hopeful girl, pure in her convictions, pouring the daybreak and its symbolic splendor into the gaping melancholy of the other girl who dreamed of tomorrow for the sake of another. they shared a promise. a promise to believe that, surely, surely, morning might come for them both and wash away all their sorrows. “ … i know. ” the belief continued with a confirmation. while refraining from following the luring grace of celestials, so urged she still to trust in something, lest she teared at the brims, with the tears she suppressed at the caress of her far too kind friend and her inescapable charity. “ i’m trying … i’m trying to not break. for him. but i wish for just one sign. just one. ” i only want my brother back “ am i being too selfish ? do i ask for too much ? ”
ohhhhhh very good question, i had to sit with this for a bit but here are a few points that might be a start ( for anyone unfamiliar with ff16, here is a warning for mentions of religion, persecution over witchcraftTM, slavery, other medieval practices. )
asuka is a lady of a lesser noble house and studies at kanver university to learn more about magitek and its properties. because she was uninterested in marriage, she was originally to be sent to a convent, as was commonplace for women in the middle ages, but since she was intelligent and curious, and her father caring despite his emotional awkwardness and distance, she was permitted to study abroad instead. she does not speak of her values of the world needing independence from the mothercrystals, she is not a religious person ( which also would have made a convent life torturous ), therefore any spoken normalization of them or reveries for any god is to avoid her family being ostracized due to her beliefs. her ancestors hail from the outer continents back when the tribes still migrated and thus mingled with the people and settled, but she was born sanbrequois.
there is the possibility of fubuki, her brother, to be a 'late-bloomer' bearer, meaning that as a baby he was tested but considered born without magicks, which means he won't be branded and given to slavery, and at some point later in his life it might awaken due to stress or other factors. there is also the possibility for asuka to be like her brother, and if fubuki were to be taken away it would trigger in her, too. fubuki's magicks would be darkness based, while hers would be light based, making her a healer.
friends with the arrogant but charismatic manjome born in a higher noble house ( but one-sided in love with her ), the genius misawa, and the prodigy ryo ( a brother figure with whom she often likes to walk by the sea ). ryo is also close friends with fubuki. unless there is a major for alchemy, judai is probably not an university student lol. but if any of them were to discover the tenjoin siblings as bearers they wouldn't tell a soul. the siblings are popular among nobility and university and a lot of ppl actually want to marry them.
idk she should stab someone with a sword or swing an axe at them, who am i to tell her what to do
yuna and asuka sanbreque childhood friends, despite their differences in religion, they hold different flavors of hope and hide their sorrows
if you ever go back to your clive he should adopt her when the thing happens
obsessed with the idea of asuka being both winter and spring, night and dawn, she is cycles, of death and rebirth and death and rebirth again. even society asuka says 'she has been reborn', and then she was freed, and then in s3 she dies, and then she comes back to life again. she got all the brains and courage and kindness but none of that helps her and the only thing she's really good at is rebirth. coming out of all the gloom anyway.
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙰 ( and her 'society of light' counterpart )
obligatory warning for mentions of : brainwashing into cults, subtle eye horror, drowning but not really, sappy sappiness. also this is a long post. ( if you'd like to read more on character introspection, my analysis of her regular deck might interest you. )
𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾 : first i must say, i doubt the writers had any grander plan with society-asuka since they admitted to have written the show per weekly improvisation and came up with random things on the fly, so at the time there was likely no consistent reason behind the build-up for asuka's recruitment into saio's cult aside from messing with the protagonist, but with the power of the red thread and my uncensored raw insanity, i shall make sense of her. and because the duel against society-asuka makes it thematically obvious that it's appropriate to do, i'll be taking some influences from the snow queen fairytale for my interpretation of that era ( along with a layer of white swan vs black swan themes, the controlled vs the shadow self, perfection vs chaos ). the trick is knowing which character of the snow queen she represents. spoilers : it's not the queen herself, despite the whole theme around ice first suggesting so. but let me elaborate.
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚈 ( the outer layer ) : within the tale exists a mirror created by the devil, one which " does not reflect the good and beautiful aspects of people and things, but magnifies their bad and ugly aspects. " the mirror in this case parallels the light of destruction which takes its victims hostage on a mental level and reveals their flawed inner aspects, but in turn, they see the world as tainted and ugly and as one in need of destruction to redeem it, to achieve a perfect world of light. asuka is, in the case of the fairy tale, an equivalent to kai, a friend of the protagonist gerda. after the mirror of the devil shattered into little pieces and scattered around the world, a fragment gets stuck in kai's eye, who then, like asuka, becomes cold and cruel because he has begun to see the world as irredeemably ugly. he is then taken away by the snow queen and gerda ends up looking for her friend, overcoming several hurdles on the way. ( an ironic part of gerda and kai's story, which frankly is somewhat relevant if you consider what happens later in s3, is that at some point before her search, gerda thought kai has died in a river and asked the river to return him in exchange for her favorite red shoes. )
the context and symbolic value between gerda ( judai ) and kai ( asuka ) is simple yet important : they're close playmates who are tied by virtue of neighborhood and they deeply love each other, which makes kai's grotesque changes uncharacteristic. whereas they started as children, time passes in the process of finding kai and saving him from the influences of the mirror shard, and by the end as they return home, they find themselves 'changed' while the world around them didn't ( a parallel about 'changing upon returning home' can be taken into account in context of s2 and s4, too ). because love is a vital component to 'melt the ice around the heart' it's also important to note it is pure and selfless in its nature, which the sacrifice of one's precious possession ( the red shoes ) symbolizes. it is relevant because the connection between judai and asuka is selfless as they've been willing to save each other before without second thought, and pure because they've been looking out for each other without ulterior motives.
within a portion of the story it is revealed that kai can be saved by the very purity gerda possesses :
" i can give her no greater power than she has already, " ( ... ) " don't you see how strong that is ? how men and animals are obliged to serve her, and how well she has got through the world, barefooted as she is. she cannot receive any power from me greater than she now has, which consists in her own purity and innocence of heart. if she cannot herself obtain access to the snow queen, and remove the glass fragments from little kai, we can do nothing to help her ..."
this is what freed asuka, as kai has been warmed by gerda's love when she found him, being purified off the fragment. ( to add to that, judai uses a fire-elementar monster to defeat society-asuka and wake her from her trance ) judai's intentions with asuka were always pure and never otherwise motivated, something that she finds rarely in the world around her. it makes their bond precious and easy to cherish. i will someday talk more about how the sequence of the closure of the duel itself went, but essentially, eye contact and 'seeing the other' seems to have been an underlying element to succeed with that, and ironically it plays into the element of the blinded eye that caught the fragment and changing their perception of the world around them, and eventually seeing clearly again upon receiving love and the faith of the other person.
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝙽 ( the inside ) : so with that out of the way, what makes society of light asuka so different from regular asuka, and how does that relate compared to her other society peers ? it was obvious with members like misawa and manjome, as i have mentioned above, that via their brainwashing, their bad and ugly aspects are magnified, their insecurities and their vices externalized. while misawa's fear of falling behind was what made him 'follow the herd' ( re : the increasing amount of students who have been brainwashed into the cult ), manjome's insecurities about his rivalry with judai, and his wounded pride around it that's driven by severe performance pressure, was exploited and twisted. asuka was pulled into the society by neither of those things. she lost a duel and by her loss 'has seen the light', but that doesn't mean she is without her insecurities ready to be exploited and externalized. the thing with her is though, that she embodies a horrid person who seems to be uncharacteristically callous, but what if this is simply what she fears she is ? being worse than what people say she is ? because the reality is that she had an opportunity to show she wasn't all too cold, that she actually was stirred when someone she knew got hurt and humiliated ( junko and momoe ) and protected their pride and honor. even at this stage, she was still defending someone, instead of destroying them.
thus, the apathetic persona society-asuka presents is NOT who she actually is, but an insecurity manifesting as a shadow self.
there is the potential juxtaposition between her idolization, her glorification, and the admiration she is surrounded with vs the pressure of a projected perfection becoming consuming self doubt that makes the inward turmoil and its imperfections seem worse than they are and blowing them out of proportion. so it translates into this macabre display of someone who is awful and unreachable. i could say that asuka 'is strong enough to not care for what other people think so she will express herself freely' but that would be a lie. she does care for how she's perceived, she is just not haughty or self-entitled about it. nonetheless, asuka fakes it till she makes it so much that she believes even her well-meaning actions are an act ( you only teach / want to help and elevate people to satisfy yourself ), which obviously isn't true. how many times has she instinctively acted out of love or tried to uplift someone ? as mentioned above, even in her brainwashed state she selflessly cared. unprompted. in other examples, she didn't give up on fubuki and looked for him without the help of authorities, she reassured hayato in his self-doubt, she looked out for sho when he tried to understand what happened to ryo after his graduation, she was willing to give up her soul to save them, including judai. once again, love is a vital component to her and the resolution of reversing her shadow self into her regular self, the white swan.
yet while out of love she was willing to remove herself, she also does suppress herself when the conversation shifts to how the emotional world inside of her looks. there are at least three times where i noticed that happening so it is a notable behavioral pattern which makes the creation of a manifested 'supposedly repressed self' all too inevitable. vulnerability is complicated. all that is a classic case of self-demonization over the slightest flaw with the suppression of herself, and how that demonization can twist and become a monster of its own that wants to be seen for what it is in stark contrast to superficial admiration, and lashes out. as her teacher says in duel links ( bless ), if there is some room for improvement for her, it would be that she needs to believe in herself a bit more. although it is not so much that she doesn't believe in herself to achieve things, because obviously she actively achieves things, she is a top of class honor student and she came to a boarding school on an island to find her brother. but it's rather that ... she doesn't believe in the version of her which other people see, even if they're right in some cases. but it's okay. for as long as she is working on that, there are some people who believe in her instead.
quotes used : february letter to ghost mother, leila chatti ; ugly, bitter, and true, suzanne rivecca ; sharp objects, gillian flynn ; erosion, jamie oliveira
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𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐏. there is a jagged blade wedge between cardiovascular pulse and slumbering reverie. words that are spoken naturally climbs out of his throat until he taste nothing but ash and tart. an ancient ache lingers and dwells within his ribs, violently nesting against the blacken ink he ceremoniously had inhaled — in another life, from a distant dream. the 'him' from before nay, the him of today : crown-less and deadbeat, remarkable yet presently perplexed. memories dwells within him without the need of captured snapshots or written sentiments, it was always live within the moment with him. but when the moment is gone, what happens then ? farewells. goodbyes. sayonara. gone. it was always easier to leave first, then to be the one left behind. it was an archaic pain he knew so intimately well that it bleeds among the fractures of his distorted soul. but you reminded him : his smile still belonged to him, regardless of past sins — so stop running away. stop running from her, from them, from everything they had cherished and protected from all these years.
but now that he stopped, it was your turn to look away / your turn to leave and not look back. the barb wires wrapped in tarp did not belong in his narrative, it was yours. trapped and restrained, until you are left suffocating — how could he not have known the price of his carelessness always resulted in your hidden tears and pained smile. forgive him, he knows : you value privacy above all else and he — alien and otherworldly peered within the glimpses of your heartbeat. you had always been like this, gold flash within diluted irises and he resisted the urge to pull you into a tight embrace. instead, he offers you this : his heart laid bare, distant and reserve, but still undeniably sincere and true. ❝ — yeah i am the absolute worst. look at me talking nonsense again. ❞ he confesses without a skipping a beat. dancing to your witty words, countering against your clever riposte, tempo after tempo : his darkness surrenders to your splendour. just like before, just like how it will be. ❝ but you know, since your kidding and all ... it might not be such a bad idea. ❞ he continues on, almost bantering / almost lighthearted and warm with a familiar gentleness reflected onto his gaze.
❝ for you to go i mean — it is a great opportunity, ❞ he abhors the word goodbye, and though haou once yielded to it, he refuses to succumb to it again. therefore, allow him this gift — his second chance made real, and given to you like a dagger at an offering. for now you alone have the power that the illuminated destruction venomously desired : break him / undo him or cherish him too. this time let him be the one to pay the price for your desires. ❝ well that settles it, ❞ judai declares almost triumphantly, once again in his own candour and obliviousness, ❝ you can go and i'll.... ❞ a silent pause tentatively escapes his lips, his sheepishness soon reduce to quiet hesitation, a whisper. ❝ i'll be sticking to you, no matter where you go. ❞
𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙸𝙽. they made up for lost time, and little did she discern, in unknowable actuality, how much time that would have been. here, in that mesmerizing smile, ached a beginning she never witnessed. to her, there was only the beginning of your endearing taunt, and she stumbled over the realization of its gutting reality, how dolefully she felt the three-year-old tittering wither at the base of her throat. the past bled into the muscles of you, clad in a different shade of red, clad in nightfall red. it bled in so many variations, it molded you into a person she could have thought to have loved since time immemorial, or since yesterday. you, a boy she had to learn to love again. admittedly, she never stopped. it was a vexing and beautiful phenomenon she might never solve. you stood there in refusal to part ways and surrendered to the glorious slaughter of the guilty lamb, waited for her to commit to her bluff to smother you, therefore she turned her own hand and instinctively locked her grasp against the pulsating vein of your wrist, palm slipping against your palm. the anatomy of hands in a symmetric hold. she got you now. she got you. it was an equal payback capture, like regretful photos awkwardly capturing you, only with the difference that she could not decide between flinching and leaping into your arms, while you no longer flinched.
“ you will ? ” ( you promise ? you go where i go ? ) hope-bruised and amassed with anticipation, her eyes, gone alight. peering more. what they revealed of the soul, and what the soul longed for, flickered in them as they widened before she went ahead and leisurely aborted her daydreams. “ oh, i— i mean— wait a minute. ” ( no, of course, it isn't like that. we used the word ‘forever’ too lightly, like stupid kids who don’t know better. but we do — we do know better by now. after life. and after death. ) “ for a second there, i thought you were serious. but fine, okay. i set myself up for this joke. i’m … i’m … ” i’m not hurt i’m not hurt i’m not— but she was. she’s lost the game again. the shade of disappointment wholly soaked up between her vocal cords, a deep blue that could not have been any deeper. she remained restrained within the fetters of your fingers still curled around her wrist, and her fingers around your wrist, and she had no intention to liberate herself. in truth, if she had any say in the passage and cycles of the day, then she would have stopped time and proceeded to be tormented by your loveliness till the universe grew starlessly cold.
it’s the real twist of it all. this voluntary capture of two voluntary hostages readying their hearts for the consequences of their actions. and it's almost pitiful how she hesitated. she was entrapped by your carelessness and free with your tenderness and able to see her organ tethered to the spot where she knew to discover endlessness / there, within your open rib cage calling her innocently in, too ready for the knife she'd thrown away. “ what if i told you i don’t want you to let go of me right now, ” what if she called you the name she knew you by and hinted at her hope you meant it when you agreed to a connection everlasting that same night when the separation was undone ? a spark, a connection forever maintained. but forever how ? it did not matter. forever anyhow but through nothingness, or apathy. so what if she talked more nonsense ? so what if she was worse than you ? “ — for maybe five more minutes ? and … and then … what if i wanted, ” to be brave for once, what if i didn’t want to go— “ to be closer to you ? would that scare you, judai ? ” ( i can't ask you to love me back, but can’t you hold me tight, at least ? )
also since i mentioned honorifics and names and all that, asuka apparently doesn't like being called 'tomorrow girl' by jim, at least according to duel links, so my headcanon on this is that she might out of politeness not say anything to correct him, since in the anime she doesn't, and probably gets used to it begrudgingly thinking it might be an australian thing ( it's not, it's just a jim thing, but you know ), and if he were to call her by her name normally at some point it would just feel weird.