#yearsofwar

their time with miri was fleeting . rei didn't realize just how much she changed his life until she was already gone . the apartment was quieter and less lived in , the moments of solitude more frequent . both he and kazuki acknowledge the loss ; neither of them had to say it aloud for the other to know . as he stands in the doorway looking at kazuki he can hear the break in his voice , the soft admittance spoken like defeat . in moments like this miri would go to papa kazuki and cheer him up . the small of her slotted perfectly in his arms and a smile would pull on his face . unfortunately miri wasn't here to do it . he leaves the confines of the darkened bathroom to meet him in the kitchen , all of him tense and unsure on how to approach . ❛ kazuki ... ❜ he says cautiously , a mild assurance in his tone . both of them were grieving in different ways and yet rei found it difficult to meet him halfway in their journey of living without her . he reverted into himself and pushed him away ; the glue that held them together was gone and the stark realization that they'd never see her again suddenly hits .

i'm a few days late but i wanted to try and answer this . anyways ... you are my people ♡ honestly , i wasn't looking for you guys but you came into my life and made it all the better . for that i'm always thankful . i aim to be the best version of myself for you guys and i'm always appreciative that you still love me at my worst . i enjoy our late night ( or early morning depending on how you look at it ) banter and just discussing things in depth , like the positions we want to take on a human centipede or our hot takes on muses from whatever fandom we're hyper-fixating on at that moment . i love how easily we can change topics and talk about the saddest or wildest stuff , and especially how we can be honest with each other and discuss things .

i think all our personalities work out so well together . even though we're all miles away from each other we all have fucked up sleep schedules and somehow manage to make it work . bless working night shift i guess haha . but honestly , i'm really happy we're friends and even though we've all been through some insane shit together i would do it all over again for you ( but ideally not lol ) . apart from my appreciation for our friendship , i do want to say all three of you are talented writers and everyone who has the opportunity to write with you is so damn lucky ! all three of you are so unique in your writing and muse choices and no matter what we all manage to forceship hahaha . i want nothing but the best for each of you and i'll be your biggest supporter in whatever it is you want to achieve in your life . even if i can't be there physically , i'll always be sliding in ur dms to chat . tbh , even if we never wrote again i'd still be happy to just talk to you !! we still have to all go to disney together and get a big ass villa lol

    it was pale pink,  with some sort of picture on the front.  a herd of animals,  drawn under a cartoon sheen;  he recognized a bear in particular—not without some uncertainty—worn over by age and use,  wrinkled into an almost indecipherable blur of color.  it spread generously across the chest,  past his waist and nearly dwarfing his thighs.  it was...  comfortable.  warm.  and it smelled wholly of yuji.

    the hoodie laid splayed across the bed,  a look of bright greenery,  of grasses and forests,  burning two holes into it.  into the bear,  that was nothing more than a brownish glob across a dusty coral.  he knew better than to keep it.  he had to return it eventually.  tomorrow.  he'd do it tomorrow.

    tomorrow came.  then,  the day after.  and then,  the day after that.

    it took a month.

    the garment was folded neatly,  sleeves tucked snug in between.  it felt heavy in his hands,  drooping over his palms and through his fingers.  he held it out,  wordlessly,  before a befuddled yuji.  he watched him carefully—the bewilderment smirching his face,  the cogs in his head turning,  before the light of recognition seeped through...  until,  finally,  he smiled.

   “ no,  keep it.  it's yours now! ”

she understands that aemond targaryen is bound to his duty . what luxuries he shares with her in essos are a temporary reprieve from the reality of what comes next . quickly alys moves to him , hands latching over his forearms as she looks up at him . beneath her touch was pure sinew , all of him like marble carved by the gods . how she would miss such intimacy shared between them no matter how small but she knows that his higher purpose was of more importance than her own selfishness . moments like this between them were rare of being tenderhearted . there was nothing soft about the witch of harrenhal or her lover , only sharp lines and rough edges . to be with someone as forcible as aemond meant to be strong herself .

it didn't take long for accusations of petra having favourites to surface among the boys, and they were right. sort of. nagi had wormed his way into being one of her favourites, she didn't take to him at first, but his persistence and adorable puppy-like mannerisms soon scored him a spot in her heart. that, and she practically gave him anything he wanted. she was wrapped around his stupid finger and knew it, but oddly wasn't all that angry about it.

it was to absolutely no one's surprise that she wound up in nagi's current room after her official work hours, sitting with the small team as they went over tomorrow's game plan, almost like she was an extra member. seated against the wall, she noticed a while ago that nagi had gravitated over towards her and was sitting by her side, but shifting around a lot, looking down at her lap and then shifting yet again. after he does it again, petra turns to him and quietly speaks up. ❝ do you want to lie down in my lap? ❞ she doesn't even receive an answer, she just watches as the sleepy boy lays himself down and stretches out his long limbs, his head thumping down on her lap a moment later.