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letter meme | accepting

Yuan,

Sometimes we aren’t very good with words. 

Well, that isn’t true. I suppose I am good with them, but I know it overwhelms you sometimes when I keep talking at you, especially about emotional things. So I thought maybe a letter that you can walk away from and come back to would be easier for you? I don’t know. Perhaps it’s silly, but as always I’m willing to give it a try.

I love you. You know this; I tell you every day. I love the way your face softens when we’re together and you think no one else is looking. I love the furrow between your eyes when you’re trying to think through something. I love the passion you put into following your ideals. 

It would be a lie to say I love everything about you, but anyone who claims to love everything about someone is a liar. We all have our faults. That’s the thing thing, my love: you carry your faults, your mistakes, as though you’re the only one who’s made up of them. No one is perfect. I’m no more perfect than you are.

I wonder sometimes if what happened was my fault. I started us on the path that would lead to my death and what transpired afterwards. I saw that the dynamic was so...focused. Around me. I chose to believe that, even though I was the glue that bound us all together, things would hold even if I was gone. I didn’t work to prepare you all for a world without me in it. I was naive. I was foolish. I was selfishly unwilling to deal with the conflicts such a conversation would cause.

And the world paid the price.

You wonder how I forgive so easily. You wonder why I forgave you. Part of it is all the time I spent watching the three of you. Your struggles, your pain, your jaded hopes. I could forgive because I could understand.

But I could forgive also because I’m not perfect. You, Kratos, Mithos — all three of you have me on a pedestal. I may be the truest pacifist among the four of us, but please don’t look at me and find yourself lacking in comparison. I cannot tell you that I would have stayed a pacifist if it was you who died. I’m as much a flawed person as you are, no matter how you’ll rationalize that that isn’t true. If we were talking, you would give me a long list of reasons why it isn’t.

The truth is, I don’t care about the list. I know everything on it already. I know you. And I will love you every day, across time, across universes, across everything, no matter how you argue otherwise. 

I forgive you.

You are worthy of love, Yuan.

She immersed herself in her new surroundings with an obvious look of nervousness. She didn’t recognize any of the buildings around her, making her more tensed. She held onto her feline partner as a sort of comfort from all of this. Even though Meicoomon was rather silent than normal, she was feeling the same as her partner.

“Don’t worry, Mei. I’ll protect you if anything happens.”

A small smile graced the dark haired girl’s face. It was nice having some form of reassurance.

“I’m sure you will.”

Though wherever they ended up in now, they certainly weren’t in Odaiba.

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The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own. 

Oz is no stranger to the concept that everyone has lives outside of their contact with him, but someone he especially wonders about is Miss Cykes.

She’s cheery, kind, on top of the ball, she’s even mollified Yuan to an extent that very very few can boast of. What does she do when she’s alone he wonders. When she’s not making deliveries. When she’s not trying to make someone’s day.

Perhaps she tries to fill the entirety of her time with such things, but it’s impossible to fill your life like that completely. He should know. What is the driving force behind her kindness aside from plain generosity? It seems like more of a need than a desire, though he has no doubts she’s truly sincere in her wishes to help people.

What are her demons? What makes her lie awake at night?

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At some point she was going to have to find whoever was broadcasting her weakness in order to throttle them. For the time being however Rosa was indisposed-- she was sprawled over Athena's lap like a housecat with a muted purr, interrupted only by the occasional discovery of some tangles in her mane.

letter meme | accepting 

the person they like

a hastily scrawled letter left on the author’s desk, buried forgotten under a stack of books and paperwork

Thalassa,

It’s 3:47 in the morning, and I can’t sleep. I feel as though I must have a hundred different thoughts slamming together in the walls of my skull, and I needed to get at least some of it out. Much of it I don’t wish to dwell on, so...well, here I am, writing to you.

Cowardice, really, as you’d never be able to read this even if this piece of paper found its way into your hands. Perhaps the safety of that is why I’ve chosen you tonight.

The thing is, even though you can’t physically see, I feel as though you can see me. Beyond appearances or expressions, and right to the heart of who I am. I think maybe you see parts of me I’ve learned not to show the world, both good and bad. And none of that seems to deter you. I look at myself in the mirror in the morning and see the monster I’m becoming. The monster I already am, in some ways; my hands have been bathed in blood for so long that they’ll never be clean. I see corruption hidden behind a nice smile.

Maybe I find comfort in knowing that you can never see what I see.

I envy your gentleness. I was like that, once. Sometimes I still am, like the sun pushing through a bank of clouds. But I’ve forgotten how to be that person on a regular basis. I’ve learned to hide everything behind jaded cynicism and sharp wit. I had to, even if it was hard, to survive a camp full of rough men.

I admire you for many reasons. I wonder if you see anything admirable in me.

I wonder if being around you will show me how it feels to be be unafraid of the light again.