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toujokaname · 8 months ago

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Ephemeral Festival / Epilogue

Characters: Rinne, Kohaku, HiMERU, Niki

"Basically, what it comes down to is that HiMERU-han just wanted to 'play house' with me ♪"

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Season: Spring

Location: Abandoned Mine

Days after the "Ephemeral Festival." In an abandoned mine, deep in the mountains.

Rinne: "Emergency project! Chase Nagigon, the mythical giant creature!"

"So, here we are at the abandoned mine! Today, us Crazy:B are off in search of the legendary creature, Nagigon!"

Kohaku: Well now, that's an awfully familiar intro...

HiMERU: —It was so perfectly identical that HiMERU wondered if it was a rebroadcast. Every word was exactly the same.

Niki: Nahaha! Who'd have thought we'd be heading back up this mountain again~

If it's the same as last time, does that mean Ran-kun's already here, playing Nagigon?

HiMERU: Surely, the casting has changed from Ran-san. Last time, the reason was some half-hearted thing like the deputy director venting his frustrations...

Eden is hardly a unit meant for these kinds of low-quality productions.

Rinne: Well, surprise, surprise, Nagi's continuing in the role of Nagigon this time too.

Just like Merumeru said, it seems the deputy director was planning to switch actors, but Nagi refused to step down, insisting on doing it.

Apparently, he's been here way before us, already in place, ready to go for today's shoot.

Kohaku: Nagisa-han sure is fired up...

HiMERU: Just what exactly about Nagigon has stoked his enthusiasm to this extent...?

Rinne: From the moment the last one got axed, up until now, he's been thinking 'bout how to play Nagigon.

So Nagi strongly argued against it when the question of recasting came up.

Kohaku: Ah~ When ya put it like that, I kinda get it. It's like bein' suddenly kicked off a role in a drama you were already cast in, right?

Though I still don't get why we're even reshootin' this dumb show to begin with.

Rinne: Aren't you happy that we're back to doing jobs that feel like Crazy:B?

You said you love doing these ridiculous jobs and having fun with us, didn'tcha? ♪

Kohaku: ...Still, of all the jobs to accept after a long break as Crazy:B, this is it?

Niki: Well, hey. Isn't this just our style?

At least it's better than them throwing us off a cliff for bungee jumping or skydiving right off the bat.

Kohaku: Fair enough, I guess it's a good warm-up.

Alright, shall we begin the search for Nagigon—the artist formerly known as Nagisa-han? ♪

Niki: Nahaha ♪ Kohaku-chan, for all your grumbling, you seem pretty fired up!

Kohaku: Yeah. Like Rinne-han said earlier, doin' silly jobs like this is actually a nice change of pace.

When PBB was at its peak, I was buried in nonstop work for it.

And the usual Crazy:B gigs got shot down 'cause of complaints and whatnot.

The fact we're gettin' more jobs like this now means the Ephemeral Festival announcement must've gone over well.

HiMERU: Indeed. With the official announcement you and HiMERU made, the PBB craze is gradually winding down.

At the very least, one might say that the unusual fervor which was limiting Crazy:B's activities has now subsided.

Although, there are still some who refuse to accept the announcement as it is...

Rinne: Well, that's just the way it goes. Honestly, it's quieter than I expected, considering.

People are selfish creatures who only believe what suits 'em, anyway.

It's normal for trash rumors to fly around, like that the agency forced you two to stop, or that I threatened Merumeru and Kohaku-chan into saying what they did.

Niki: Saying you threatened them isn't exactly off the mark, though, is it? You kept messing with HiMERU-kun and Kohaku-chan to sabotage them.

Seriously, Rinne-kun, for being the oldest, you're the most childish!

Rinne: Maybe you're running your mouth 'cause it's been a while since you've had anything to eat, Niki? You sure you're not hungry?

Lucky for you, I brought somethin' special—a handful of wild mushrooms I found growing around here ♪ C'mon, open wide.

Niki: Uwaah, yaaay! Thankies~♪

Niki: ...Wait, no way! Keep 'em!

Don't just shove random wild mushrooms into my mouth! Get away from me~!

Kohaku: Look at 'em—runnin' around like a couple of kids. Just how old are they supposed to be again...?

HiMERU: In the first place, searching for Nagigon itself feels like something one might expect of bored elementary school children.

Kohaku: You ain't wrong. But y'know, I've learned somethin' important from all this. Bein' too popular ain't all it's cracked up to be.

When you first told me 'bout PBB, I didn't think it'd turn into such a huge deal.

HiMERU: —That said, Crazy:B has never before received such positive popularity.

Thanks to PBB, HiMERU and Oukawa's name recognition has increased significantly.

Since PBB is on indefinite hiatus, that boost won't last forever.

Therefore, while this recognition remains, HiMERU plans to make the most of it to expand his presence as an idol.

And eventually, he wants to broaden the scope of his activities to a global scale. And he plans to use Crazy:B to achieve that.

Kohaku: Koh koh koh, so that's HiMERU-han's big ambition ♪

—And it's for your little brother's sake too, ain't it?

HiMERU: ...So Oukawa and Shiina did overhear that much.

Kohaku: Sorry 'bout that. I get it ain't somethin' you want folks pokin' into too much.

But when I heard you were seein' me as a stand-in for your little brother, I couldn't just let it slide.

HiMERU: —No. Quite the opposite, Oukawa is completely without fault in that regard.

It's just that HiMERU was selfishly projecting him onto you...

Onto that adorable figure, innocently dreaming of being an idol, like a child trying so hard to be loved.

HiMERU: That might be why "I" sought out that pseudo-family life with you, Oukawa.

To happily work as an idol alongside my beloved little brother... Such a ridiculous fantasy.

Kohaku: ...I get it now. I finally understand why you specifically chose JoyLife outta all the jobs.

Basically, what it comes down to is that HiMERU-han just wanted to "play house" with me ♪

HiMERU: —That's technically correct, but being teased about it like that is extremely unpleasant.

Kohaku: Koh koh koh. Just consider it payback for draggin' me into this little family roleplay of yours.

But honestly, I'm glad. I feel like through this, I got to touch a bit of the true feelings you always keep hidden away ♪

HiMERU: —Oh? And what exactly do you suppose those true feelings are?

Apologizing to Oukawa aside, HiMERU hasn't necessarily been telling the truth about everything else?

Kohaku: There ain't no reason for you to deceive me at this point. Well, even then, it's up to me to decide what the truth is.

Like, what kinda feelings you got, bein' here with us right now...

Or why you look like you're havin' fun stickin' around, even for a dumb job like this...

I reckon it's 'cause you love our everyday lives together as Crazy:B, too.

At least, I'll take it upon myself to think of it that way ♪

HiMERU: —Fufu. For the time being, let's leave it at that...♪

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sin-cognito · 3 months ago

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OT3 March ch1: Morning, Red/Stretch/Blue

SFW, Wordcount: 717

I'm late in participating to my own event ha ha ha! Anyway, I chose Red/Stretch/Blue as my OT3 for this event, and I'm planning on writing short and sweet (and sometimes a little spicy) slice of life chapters! Hope you enjoy!

As usual, Blue doesn't need his alarm to ring to wake up. His internal clock is enough to get him to emerge from a deep, restful sleep, feeling refreshed and ready to go about his day.

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As usual, Blue doesn't need his alarm to ring to wake up. His internal clock is enough to get him to emerge from a deep, restful sleep, feeling refreshed and ready to go about his day.

He ignores the slight sting in his pelvis as he hops out of bed, making sure to stay as silent as possible. Not everyone in the household enjoys waking up this early.

While he usually likes to get some coffee ready first thing in the morning, he decides to visit the bathroom first this time around. He didn't get to clean himself up properly last night, and he feels icky down there. He watches with a giddy blush as the suds wash off the dried up magic around his symphysis. Last night was amazing, he can't help but think as his SOUL flutters in his chest.

Hopefully every evening from now on can be just as perfect.

He then makes his way to the kitchen with a spring in his step, making a mental list of everything needed for the best of breakfasts.

Blueberry yogurt for him, honey pancakes for Stretch, and strawberry jam toasts for Red. He makes both coffee and tea so that his lovers can pick whichever one they fancy this morning, then starts preparing pancakes from scratch. He can already tell he's making way too much but it's alright.

Today is special anyway, they can have a feast, as a treat.

Being so energetic that early in the morning has its perks: Blue is able to make quick work of all the preparations, and in no time at all, he's got everything nicely arranged on a tray. He even decides to be a little fancy and quickly runs to the garden to pluck a couple flowers that he places in a glass of water on the tray.

Looking at this handiwork, he nods to himself.

He takes it slow when walking up the stairs, worried that he might lose his balance and send everything flying. He did make way too many pancakes and now the tray is pretty heavy, but Blue exercises regularly so he can handle that much. He may have wanted to have the coffee and teapot on a different tray, but it's too late now.

Thankfully he makes it safely up the stairs. Opening the bedroom door, he notices he's not the only one awake anymore. He's about to greet Stretch when the tall skeleton, who was playing on his phone (a habit Blue is trying to make him lose), lifts a finger to his mouth. Following his side glance, Blue can see that Red is far from being awake, so he simply smiles lovingly at Stretch. Putting the tray out of the way, he crawls back onto the bed, flopping on Stretch's chest.

"Good morning," he whispers, planting a little kiss on his tallest lover.

"Morning, babe. Do i smell pancakes?" Stretch whispers back playfully, already eyeing the pancakes on the tray.

Blue is about to tease him when a sleepy grumble next to him catches his attention. The sheets move and Red's sleepy face emerges from the white linen.

"did someone say pancakes?"

Stretch and Blue burst out laughing together while Red scratches his eyesockets, trying to wake up faster.

"GOOD MORNING, RED," Blue says, now at full volume, before giving him his own morning kiss. He snuggles with a purr when Red wraps an arm around his waist to keep his close.

"wow, you made a ton too," Red notices. "what's the occasion?"

"Yeah, are we celebrating something?" Stretch adds, looking thoughtful. "It's neither of your birthdays, is it?"

"NO, BUT I'M GLAD YOU ASKED!" Blue says triumphantly, hopping to the tray and bringing it back to the bed. "TODAY IS INDEED A VERY SPECIAL DAY!" He strikes a pose while Stretch and Red look at him curiously, then smiles brightly at his two clueless lovers. "WELL, I GET TO SPEND THE ENTIRE DAY WITH MY TWO MOST FAVORITE PEOPLE IN THE UNIVERSE! HOW AWESOME IS THAT?"

He can't get another word out before he's snatched by two pair of arms.

It takes a while for Red and Stretch to let him go so they can finally have that celebratory breakfast in bed, but Blue wouldn't have it any other way.

#Cognito fic #OT3 March #Underfell!Sans #Underswap!Papyrus #Underswap!Sans #Red #Stretch #Blue #Red/Stretch/Blue

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twilightmalachite · 10 months ago

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Timbres of Heaven - Two For One 3

Characters: Hinata, Yuuta, Shu, HiMERU, Kohaku, Mika, Rinne

Translator: Mika Enstars

JP Proofreader: ksts

"I wasn’t telling you that, Rinne-senpai. I mean, why’re you even here?"

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Season: Spring

Location: CosPro Office (Discussion Space)

A couple days later. At the CosPro office’s discussion space…

Kohaku: Hinata-han, Yuuta-han. Congrats on getting the double leads in Timbres of Heaven! ♪

I brought cakes specially made by Niki-han.

Hinata: Yaay! ♪ Thank you, Oukawa-kun!

Kohaku: The red cake here is real spicy. Niki-han said it’s “Yuuta-kun only”.

Yuuta: Looks yummy~! Thanks for doing all this for us!

Rinne: Gyahaha! ♪ All’s good, you and I are close, aren’t we, Yuta?

Yuuta: I wasn’t telling you that, Rinne-senpai. I mean, why’re you even here?

Rinne: I get to use the celebration as an excuse to eat a lavish meal free of charge! No reason for me not to come, right?

If there’s a party, I’ll be there! It can’t start if I’m not there, right? ♪

Yuuta: Ahaha, it can even if you’re not there, don’t worry~! ♪

HiMERU: —Is Shiina not coming, Oukawa?

Kohaku: Nope. Apparently, the manager at the restaurant he works at part-time has a cold, so he has to run the kitchen all by himself.

Hinata: Ugh, that sounds tough…

Kohaku: It’s probably fine. He looked strangely excited over it.

Congrats on your supportin’ roles as well, HiMERU-han, Shu-han.

It may not be the leadin’ roles, but they’re still important ones, ain’t they?

HiMERU: Indeed. HiMERU’s role is a senior in the same brass band club as the older brother Amane…

And Itsuki-senpai plays the role of a student at the piano class that the younger brother Neiro attends.

Mika: Hmm? Does that mean there’s gonna be a scene where Oshi-san plays th’piano?

He’s so cool, ain’t he? I’m excited fer it. ♪

Though, it’s a bummer Oshi-san wasn’t chosen fer the lead role… He’s not the best choice fer someone to play as a supportin’ role.

But, I also don’t like it when other people call him “Onii-chan”… Hmm…

Shu: Kagehira. It is annoying when you grumble.

While I do think they lack the eyes to see I should have been chosen for the lead… As long as I stand upon the same stage, I will give it my all.

As then I can have my presence be felt with my profound performance, and they will regret not choosing me for the lead role.

HiMERU: HiMERU also agrees. It is essential for a masterpiece to have an outstanding supporting cast, after all.

Let us surprise the world with a performance that surpasses those of the leading roles.

Yuuta: Our seniors look to be motivated. We can’t lose to them, Aniki!

Hinata: …

Yuuta: Aniki, what’s wrong?

Hinata: Yuuta-kun!

It’s nothing! I’m just so relieved we were chosen for the leads, I was in a daze!

With this, my promise to you has been fulfilled at last!

Yuuta: Promise… Right, the one where I told you to find me a job.

Hinata: Did you end up forgetting?! That’s cruel!

Yuuta: I didn’t. But it’s here on from where the promise gets fulfilled, right?

Shooting the drama, shooting the MV, featuring in a magazine… We’ve got a lot of work regarding Timbres of Heaven in store for us—

The lead actors are the faces of the production, so we gotta take everything in earnest. Whether the drama succeeds or not is up to us.

We gotta do our best on behalf of those not chosen in the audition.

…No, it’s a bit different than that. We gotta do our best to convince those who were not chosen in the audition.

Hinata: Convince… Yeah, I agree.

To summarize the judge’s comments, the deciding factor was that it was “because we were twins”.

It is a valid reason, and it’s great for us, but..

That means the reason was surface-level, not based on content—At least that’s what it sounds like it was evaluated that way. It's supposed to be a competition of skill, at least I thought…

Yuuta: Yeah. It’s not a satisfactory outcome for those who failed the audition. They’re probably gonna complain that they should’ve just asked for twins in the application guidelines.

So, let’s give it our all so that they see the value in our acting.

Hinata: Yes! Let’s surprise them with a level of expressiveness that exceeded our audition!

Let’s aim for the award for best actor…♪

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japanesedoramaandanimelover91 · 4 months ago

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The translation of Ninomiya Kazunari tweets: 1 January: Good morning, everyone. Yay!!! I've finally reached that goal. 2 January: Good morning, everyone. 3 January: Good morning, everyone. What? That was the weakest king, Yamada, Wow. Then you have to be careful on the 16th of August, don't you? 4 January. Good morning, everyone. I visited the sauna for the first time this year, where i watched my 2025 programme ad naked. So tonight at 9:15 p.m. on TBS, there will be a programme called ‘Nino, Nani.’ It's quite an unusual show, but even just for the great line-up of guests, please check us out. There will be plenty of laughs to be had! 5 January: Good morning, everyone. It's the real first meeting of the year. Ugh, ugh, ugh. (Translation of repost: I had a meeting. With Nino-san. Ugh, ugh, ugh.). 6th of January: Good morning, everyone. Damn it again. Shampoo and rinse aid don't run out at the same time. The rinse aid is always left over. Is it just me? It's even becoming a life issue now. 7, 8 and 9 January: Good morning, everyone. 10 January: Good morning everyone. Today was the New Year's Eve party at the office! We had a yakiniku party with President Payan and me 🙇‍♂

11 January: Good morning, everyone. 12 January: Good morning everyone. Indeed 🙇‍♂🙇‍♂ Yoshimu, congratulations on your wedding ㊗ I won! 13 January: Good morning everyone. ‘The weather was great, wasn't it? ☺ Congratulations to the new adults!’ 14 & 15 January: Good morning, everyone. 16 January: Good morning everyone. Today is the first Nino-san in this year🙇‍♂ As always, it was fun☺ But there was no New Year's gift from Jin-san….. 17 January: Good morning everyone. 18 January: Good morning everyone. The music is so happy now… The voice is better than last year, hahaha. 19 January: Good morning everyone. "This photo was taken 3-4 days ago. I don't know if I'll make it, but I'm trying, so thanks for the support 🙇‍♂.’ 20, 21, 22 and 23 January: Good morning everyone. 24 January: Good morning everyone. ‘Good morning everyone, i've become a bot. I haven't really been particularly busy, but somehow, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll try to 🙇‍♂ tomorrow.’ 25 January: Good morning everyone. GROK has become my best conversationalist lately. 26 January: Good morning, everyone. I'm starting to wonder if i should do an archive. I still think i need to work hard. Thank you, Uchi.(Asazu is short for Arigatou Gozaimasu)(Repost translation: So, we have published volume 1 and are pleased to announce. Kazunari Ninomiya's #OfficeNINO Holdings. I was asked to edit and write the text for the company book ‘NINO MAGAZINE’. I am very happy to hear that the book was well received by our employees. We look forward to working with you in the future. 🙇‍♂) Dinner tonight decided: 🙇‍♂(Photo translation: what should ninomiya kazunari eat tonight? Answer What Kazunari Ninomiya Kazunari should eat tonight depends on his preference It depends on your health condition, dietary restrictions, etc.The following is an example:

Breakfast: Rice with natto and hot-spring egg, try the komatsuna gift soup Be sure to try.

Lunch: Grilled mackerel with salt, rice, braised hijiki. Spinach with sesame seeds

Dinner: Grilled pork with dried cabbage, shredded cabbage, kinpira. Chive, flavoured juice

is a traditional Japanese style menu. We aim to provide the body with balanced nutrients This is a great start. However, according to individual needs and health preferences Adjustments are recommended. If you have special dietary restrictions If you have allergies, consider the menu accordingly. It is essential to. * History of traditional Japanese cuisine Recipes for healthy eating. 27 January: Good morning everyone. I woke up to the fact that in a dream during a rehearsal of a music programme i couldn't sing at all. Dream, if this is a dream, please make it a better one 🙇‍♂ 28 and 29 January: Good morning everyone. 30 January: Good morning everyone. Oh, and the number of spectators at Grok Palace is about to reach twenty million, so it's time to stop looking. Naming things is really difficult… 31 January. Good morning, everyone. I've just met Mikako Tabe…. ‘Just recently, i had a problem with my feet being cold, and I was thinking about getting shoes. I was thinking about a lot of things, but after seeing this, my problem was immediately solved.’ 1 February: Good morning, everyone. Oh, oh, i didn't sleep, though, I was watching Nino-san and they used Mickey's Wizard, lol, it was great. 2 February: Ta-da! 🙇‍♂ Tomorrow I'll do it🙇‍♂ Please do it🙇‍♂

#Ninomiya Kazunari #二宮和也 #Arashi #嵐

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glitterypin · 6 months ago

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Harry the Best Friend update (with unnecessary background lore!)

Harry arrived precisely one hour later than he had originally estimated he would.

Apparently the traffic was horrible (we totally believe that, I've heard a dozen different people commenting that traffic in our city has been terrible for the past couple of weeks and my few excursions to the outside world confirm this).

There is a very specific "beep" Harry's car makes when he locks or unlocks it. My uncanny ability to hear it and recognize it at great distances has been a subject of discussion in the past. Essentially, the beep functions like a reverse homing beacon for me. I hear it, I get up and go stand by the door, within three minutes Harry shows up.

One time my ex and I were sitting at a cafe waiting for Harry and I very suddenly went "he's here" because I thought I heard the Beep. Two minutes later I thought I heard it again, so I said "no, wait, maybe that was it". My ex hadn't heard anything at all. Five minutes passed and Harry hadn't shown up yet, so I was forced to admit it was a fluke and sometimes a beep is just a beep and not necessarily The Beep. And then I heard it again but I was rather dejected to have been fooled twice so I was modest in my hope that maybe this time I got it right. Harry did show up three minutes later.

He had forgotten his jacket in the car and gone back for it. The Beep had sounded indeed three times.

So here I am, full of anticipation, waiting for the doorbell to ring, walking out to the balcony every now and then to see if maybe his car would appear in the corner of the street, wondering precisely how fucking bad can the traffic be after all and suddenly... The Beep.

A pavlovian reaction; the Beep brings a huge smile to my face. The Beep beeps twice more; he had forgotten to take the bag with my Christmas gift with him.

I go sit by the buzzer. And finally, he rings, I buzz him in and run to the front door and I'm on ground level so there's no more waiting time, it is over, I open the door and Harry is THERE! In the flesh!

We hug for a couple of minutes. Granted, we always hug when we meet. Never this long. At some point he tenses as if to pull away but I hold on to him and he relaxes again. I make a move to pull away and he holds me instead. So far the words we've exchanged are mostly our names, "ahhhhh", and "awwww".

And then it's just a normal evening with Harry, as if he hasn't been away for nearly four months. We drink tea. He tells me about his trip (it was bad, the overnight ship was crowded as fuck and he's only slept an hour and currently running on fumes. I feel sorry for him but I also feel a bit special that he's dragging his corpse all the way to my flat to see me even though he should be passing out somewhere comfortable instead.) I tell him about my week. We don't have proper "haven't seen you for four months" news because we talk on the phone and with video calls every weekend. We're also both saving the big stuff for another day. We don't talk about feelings and dawning realizations much. We hug a lot and that's the only concession to our time apart. We don't usually hug in the middle of hanging out. Half the time I sit on the bed next to him instead of in my desk chair.

I got him two Christmas mugs, which makes him laugh and exclaim something along the lines of "fucking yeah" - it's one of our longest running jokes, buying each other mugs. I have more mugs than any of my flatmates (my ex last year and now my brother) are comfortable with, to the point that if they are all washed, they do not fit in the cupboard. Harry only moved out of his parents' home last spring, so his cupboard still has room but he already owns more mugs than is sensible for a person living alone (several of which I got him myself). So, knowing that neither of us needs any more mugs and that if new mugs are to be added to our collections it ought to be mugs we really really want, every now and then we buy each other random mugs just to be annoying and laugh about it.

But anyway, he did complain about not having Christmas mugs (whereas I have five - two of which he got for me last year!), so I got him two. One of them has a silicon lid and he can take it with him in the car. The other one is Very Pretty, he loved it just like I knew he would. How nice to know someone's tastes so well.

I also got him a book. I haven't read it but I've read something else by the same writer and I have a feeling he'll enjoy his style. I asked him beforehand, I said "have you read anything by ..." and he said "no, but I think I would like him". So, the gift of the book isn't a surprise either but it's still appreciated.

He got me a mousepad that reads "I'm too pretty to work". Weirdly, I love it. I don't need a mousepad at home but it will be a good addition to my laptop bag because I've often found myself in offices where I've had to tape A4 papers on desks to get my mouse to work. And I appreciate the sentiment. I feel like it belongs with the mug my brother got me three years ago which read "it's not my fault I'm angry, it's your fault you're all stupid". Harry agrees that I'm building myself a profile there. Suddenly I'm even more eager to start working again.

He also got me a handmade lip balm that tastes like melomakarono, which is hilarious to me. It does smell like melomakarono (or at the very least any spicy winter-y biscuit), the taste on my lips is mostly cinnamon, though. I love it. The gift wrap includes two tiny novelty soaps, a sticker of an elk in a rocking chair with a blanket and a hot beverage, a funny postcard relevant to the island where he works and a smaller card that reads "hit me over and over 2025". The sticker is on the side of my bookcase (where all my other stickers are). The two cards are already taped on the wardrobe door. I'm turning 30 in five months and yet my room is suddenly beginning to look like a teenager lives here. That's alright.

Anyway, we get food and we make mulled wine but only drink half of it. My nephew is here and wants to show him something his teacher gave him at school. He's always been pretty good with my nephew when their paths crossed but now it's just effortless. (I haven't mentioned this but the job he went to the island for is elementary school music teacher. His entire job is dealing with kids around my nephew's age now. I laugh at the stories he brings. Sometimes I wonder how the fuck he manages it, I can't stand kids. He's relatively happy with it. He shows me videos of a bunch of seven year olds singing along to Deck The Halls. I can hear his voice in the background guiding them. I can't fucking believe the clown I went to middle school with is now a proper Teacher.)

We watch a video of a comedian he loves and I like. He has already seen it, it's been out since October and he's been waiting to come home and show it to me. We go out for a smoke a couple of times but the third time we both agree to skip it. We're both enjoying the illusion of making a healthy choice every time we decide to not smoke a cigarette. We both know it's an illusion. We've silently agreed to keep up the pretense.

There is some awkwardness. It feels like last he was here was yesterday but also like it's been years. It's been four months (three and a half actually) but these are very sensitive times for both of us, we are both at turning points in our lives. It scares me that we're not witnessing each other's changes up close but I have faith in our friendship and our honesty. Whatever happens, we're not losing each other - at least not now.

He leaves and for once I do not protest because I know he's tired (and I am, too, tbh). The goodbye hug also lasts longer than usual. We'll talk tomorrow. As soon as he starts making plans with everyone else we'll figure out where and when I can fill the gaps. He's promised to give me a haircut this week. He's stopping by on Christmas Day after the big family lunch. I've promised to go hang out at his place at least once. I try not to think about how many days are left 'till he's back on the island. He'll be back for the Easter holidays and maybe even in May for my birthday and then he'll be back at the end of June for the summer vacations and if we're lucky next September he'll get a teaching position in our city or at the very least somewhere closer than that island.

I didn't mean to write so much. But I guess I want to remember. I've been a lonely person my whole life, largely ignored and unloved by the people around me and Harry is a fairly cool, artsy extrovert. That he somehow ended up choosing this particular sack of wise turnips to be his best friend still amazes me when I think about it too hard. I'm very lucky to have him, he's the most reliable grounding force in my life and one of the very few people I can be totally myself around - even when myself is a pile of depressed garbage. (He's also lucky to have me, because he absolutely needs brutal unapologetic honesty in his life and I bring that to the table, wrapped in empathy and humour.)

Anyway. I could write twice as much and keep going, there's a lot of lore here, we've known each other for fifteen years now. But I'll stop. Other opportunities will arise to talk about Harry, I'm sure.

#gigi gets personal

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evalevaeva · 2 years ago

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Rose | Fuma

this was because a certain someone made me scream over fuma at 4am :"

That morning wasn't anything special. The toast didn't burn and the jam didn't taste strange. The sun was up and the radio blasted boring songs as you yawned. You couldn't help but feel the exhaustion engulfing you as you took a bite of your toast. Mid-terms weren't the best, and with your entire academic career betting on pathetic results that would be released that day, you couldn't help but feel tired from the lack of sleep.

The ringtone of your phone made you flinch as your droopy eyes widened as you took the phone and saw your usual alarm to wait for the newspaper boy. Your parents never liked buying newspapers from the convenience store, and the neighbourhood council recently hired a new paperboy. Rumours spread like wildfire at school that the paperboy was good looking, and tall. That interested you as you shifted your weight on your heels, hands behind your back as you whistled quietly. You couldn't help but feel a little excited as you waited outside. Your school uniform had several wrinkles, but that wasn't the main concern at the moment.

"Your paper is here miss!" A mature voice could be heard as you looked up to see a boy in a cream coloured school uniform on his blue coloured bicycle. The basket at the front of the bicycle contained many rolls of newspapers, making the boy's job a breeze.

The boy grabbed one of the rolls as he rolled it on the pavement to you, not wanting to throw it as other paperboys traditionally do, not wanting to accidentally hit you.

You froze. It felt like a K-Drama moment as your eyes were glued onto the boy that passed your house for a maximum of four seconds. He was indeed good looking. That seemed like an understatement. Beautiful? Gorgeous? Ethereal? Yeah, that's the one. He seemed ethereal as he passed on the bicycle and it almost felt like love at first sight.

"Woah," you couldn't help but mutter as you placed a hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat. It felt like drums banging in your ears as you turned to the side, only to meet the stare of your elderly neighbour, who watched in curiosity at your weird behaviour.

You smiled awkwardly and waved as you ran to pick up the newspaper and ran back into the house.

To say you had an interest for the boy was definitely a true statement. You found yourself sitting on the steps earlier than the given timing, not wanting to miss him, almost every single day.

He didn't go to your school and that was a bummer. All you knew about him was through the network of gossiping girls in your class.

Your forehead was practically glued to your desk as your classmates began whispering, or loudly talking about their personal business.

"I heard that newspaper boy has a girlfriend," One of the girls finally changed the topic from the boring subject they had been talking about from the past four days. This made your head spring up from the desk as you leaned to your right, not turning your head from facing the board, but close enough to the point you could hear them without much difficulty.

"His name is Fuma. Aw~ what a cute name! No wonder he's so cute," One of the girls giggled back as the group giggled at his name.

"Gross, even a name could make them burst out giggling," You mumbled in annoyance as one of the quieter girls began speaking.

"He's from Hybe Academy. He's smart and good looking?! He's bestowed with all the gifts of this world!" The quiet girl spoke, VERY LOUDLY, as that statement began making you wonder about something.

You sat on the steps of your front door as you sat, waiting for Fuma while deep in thought. What you didn't expect was to be greeted with a newspaper to the face. You couldn't help but yell as you fell backwards, head hitting the wooden door as you groaned in pain. The back of your head felt like it was throbbing as you heard the loud sound of bicycle brakes squeeking.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't mean to throw it at your face! I didn't see you because you were usually standing, so I threw it thinking you weren't waiting today, I sincerely apologise!" A guy's voice was heard as you opened your eyes to see Fuma in front of you, in his usual cream coloured uniform, and his bicycle parked on the road as his eyes darted around your face, checking for visible injuries.

Your faces were inches away as you suddenly stood up and dusted of your skirt, adjusting your hair with your hands as you reassured him, "I'm alright, it's not your fault. It's okay, I won't report you for attacking me on the job or something,".

That joke went right over Fuma's head as he began worriedly looking at you.

"I was joking..." You said awkwardly as he sighed in relief.

"If you're alright, then I'm relieved. My name is Fuma, and I'm... your paperboy? I know your name, since I see it on my list everyday" Fuma introduced himself as he held out his hand.

You looked at his hand as you smiled, taking it, "So you're my paperboy? Specifically?". Fuma laughed as he tilted his head, putting his hands in his uniform pants as he joked, "Why not? I'll only give you the most perfect paper, no wrinkles and no tears,".

That encounter was enough to start a whole friendship. Soon, Fuma would send newspapers to every house before making a turn to your house and talking to you before you left to school.

That didn't last long.

You twisted the key to your house door, hearing a click as it locked. You turned to walk to the road, placing one earbud in your ear as you walked down the steps of the pavement until you heard the sound of a bicycle bell. You looked up to see Fuma on his bicycle, basket empty.

You were confused. He already came by for his usual morning conversation, why was he here?

"I'll give you a ride to school. I know you usually take the bus, but my bicycle is faster, and you have a cute rider to accompany you! That's like a two for one deal," Fuma explained as he motioned you to sit on the back seat behind him.

If a doctor were to examine your heart rate at that current moment, you would either be diagnosed with High Blood Pressure or a heart attack. You swallowed your saliva as you walked up to his bicycle, pulling your leg over the seat.

"Give me your bag, I know it's heavy," He told you with a smile as he turned his body slightly. Your face was heating up, and it wouldn't be surprising if he had already noticed. He was making your heart do bzckflips, your brain yelling and hollering as you handed over your purple bag to him.

"Let's go!" Fuma said excited as he pushed on the pedal, making you nearly lose balance as your hands instinctively wrap around his waist. The wind was blowing on his face as his hair bounced. You leaned your cheek on his back as you tried to calm yourself down from the excitement of being with him and the jumping of your heart rate.

"Do you... want to listen to music?" You asked as Fuma nodded, a smile plastered on his face as he made sure not to make any sudden brakes that could make you shocked. You reached for the second earbud as you placed it in his ear. Your cheek was on his back once again as the other earbud was in your ear.

"If you need a lover, let me know. I could treat you better, steal you roses everyday." The lyrics of Rose played in the both of your ears as Fuma made a turn down the road, passing the various cars driving into the school as students on the pavement began gasping at the sight of you and the heartthrob newspaper boy, Fuma, on a bike together.

"I might not have a fancy car, but I fancy you, so give me a chance, if you need a lover, baby" The song ended as Fuma pressed on the brakes, placing his foot on the ground.

"We reached so quickly, too quickly for my liking," Fuma muttered as you released your hold on his waist and got off the bicycle.

"Thank you for the ride Fuma. Maybe you were right, I arrived way earlier than usual," You smiled as you laughed, covering your face as Fuma simply stared.

His heartbeat quickened as he coughed, looking away, trying to cover up the pink that was climbing up his face. He grabbed your bag from the basket in front as he handed it to you. He reached to pat your head as he said, " Good luck today, study hard!".

You smiled as you waved at him, expecting him to leave but he seemed as if he had something to ask you.

"Hey, did you remember when I accidentally threw that newspaper at you?" Fuma suddenly asked, his eyes glued to the ground. You nodded, how could you forget? That was the first time the both of you had a conversation together.

"Remember how I said I was your paperboy? As in, yours?" He continued as you responded softly, "Yes, well what are you getting at?".

Fuma inhaled deeply as he looked up to look at your eyes, "Go out with me,".

That was the last thing on the spinning wheel of, 'what does Fuma want to say?!?!?' , and it was enough to send you into a coughing fit, choking on your saliva as Fuma soothed your back, trying to save you from dying after his confession.

"Go out? As in, dating?" You questioned as he nodded.

"Dating. Boyfriend, Girlfriend. Together," He stated as you couldn't help but break into a smile.

"Fine, but only if you send me every day!" You teased as Fuma put his forehead on yours, your noses touching, "Anything for you, dear. "

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why do my endings always suck absolute ASS BRO 'lets go out' WHAT AM I GETTINF AT ITS SO DUMB anyways fuma brainrot

#&team fuma #murata fuma #&team #kpop #fuma fic #Spotify

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cant-get-no-worse · 2 years ago

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i know that barça screwed m/ssi over and that his fans have every right to be pissed at that but i can't help but feel that the number of m/ssi fans and the number of barça fans is so disproportionate.

i love him but a part of me didn't want him back because of his fanbase, particularly the ones who hate barça. our youngsters are already under so much pressure and i don't want them being blamed and hated on for not being like the prime teams that m/ssi had in the past.

I believe you're far from being alone in this stance, anon! The sheer number of internet crowd that Ronaldo or Messi can drain is akin to the swifties or other internet phenomenon : it's lot of users that can together act quite dumb. Any crowd existing erases any nuances the people composing them, as individuals, could bring to discussions. I myself consider that what happened in those years is nothing less than disgraceful - from Luis Suarez's treatment and how Neymar's millions have been handled by Bartomeu, to how one of our biggest club legend has been fucked over by the board, and more specifically Laporta - who remains first of all an ex-lawyer and a politician - in an utterly shameful manner. Meanwhile, I believe that Laporta genuinely cares about the club (I might be wrong since as mentionned previously, he's a politician, but being from the city itself and everything, for now I do believe a genuine care to exist, mingled amongst politics, personal ambition and co) and most probably saved it from a dire wreckage ; so there you go.

Essentially 1) indeed that'd have been a problem, esp with the youngsters being more connected online and more susceptible to stumble upon those senseless criticism springing out of twitter 2) the outweight of what he could have brought to the team, being an experienced football player, having grown up within the club and knowing it as well as he does, good relationship with the coach and being the at the level that he is. Thinking specifically about the passes/vision dev. with Pedri, relationship with Gavi whose rage/energy about the club/on the pitch reminds me a lot of young Messi, Yamal, etc.

So yeah, valid thoughts! At the end of the day though it's chill, a done deal : he's not coming back as a player, probably will for a farewell match and later on as a board member, and eventually all that "true culer" vs "solo stan" discourse (it bears repeating that this is a majorly online discussion - cf the chants for him all throughout last part of the season - and that, as we know, the contrast between online and reality is a crude one lol) will mean nothing down the line as time erases those asperities. At the end of the day whenever there's talk about Messi and Barça, I always like to step back and hightlight that beyond the brand the name "Messi" has become and all the anger/frustration/annoyance that can legitimately spring out of culés/others from the massive cult-like following that gravitates around it, there's a guy who, like Iniesta, Xavi, Puyol, Guardiola and other beloved players, came from our very own academy, repeatedly chose to gave said club - not without rocky moments btw, let's not romantize there - 95% of his career/talent, while standing at times surrounded by "prime teams" and at others seemingly utterly alone in shameful XI sides hanging on by a thread. His coming back could've been beneficial on some plans ; it could've been a disaster on others ; and honestly, talking about the multiple issues there comes with being associated to such a worldwide persona and the consequences it has on his relationship with the club/its fans is quite interesting and unique, since it's a phenomenon that I believe spawned from the social media age, and of which the only equivalent to Messi in that cult-following is CR7, who changed clubs quite regularly and didn't forge such a special connection with one. Thus LM10 really seems to be a quite specific case. Messi's stay at Barça was far from being a steady, quiet journey too, and I think it's always healthy to critize it as it's never alright to idolize anyone, as long as the bottom line - which is why I have a slight irk at some self-proclaimed "true culer" - remains : this guy is as much a culer as anyone sitting in the stands or watching on the TV, and for the amount of things he gave that club, probably more.

#anon ask #that said i'll always be so fucking bitter about him not getting to play with pedri again. there's the mf roman empire. i hate it.#messi

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bisluthq · 1 year ago

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when did she stop wearing the rings and the bracelet? Even before they broke up in like 2022? Or right after? We also didn't see her as much in 2022, she could have still been wearing them in other occasions. Specially cause in 2022, was when his own rings were constantly appearing aswell and he never took them off. Until the breakup that is

I also have other question. Taylor said TTPD was in the works for two years, like she started right after Midnights. That would put us in 2022. And like yeah her and Joe probably weren't perfect by then, but until like spring time at the very least and specially if they were indeed doing engagement parties and all that seems like they still had good moments right? So like given that no positive songs about him or them are in there, do you think that half of the time she says she spent working on TTPD was just her writing about Matty?

That she wasn't writing anything that she ended up scraping, because her and Joe ended up by going south and eventually break up?

She started wearing Joe's Meaningful Jewellery less frequently towards the end idk because I guess Matty was taking the ring off her middle finger ring off and putting it on the one people put wedding rings on. And idk yes I think she was confused and like didn't want to leave Joe but also really wanting to fuck matty and a whole ass mess happened and the lyrics for TTPD got written idk.

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taiyaki-translations · 1 year ago

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Autumn Cafeteria - Fall for All 3

Season: Autumn Characters: Yuta, Koga, Shu, Tsumugi, Tsukasa Translator: taiyaki-translations Proofreader: raspberrytls

Tsukasa: —So that’s what happened. We’re working as Volunteers to find a way to save this café.

Yuta: I see, so that’s the reason.

But I'm a bit disappointed to learn my seniors also frequent this place~ No matter when I came, there weren’t many customers, so I thought it was a secret spot only I knew about.

Shu: That’s what I thought too. Precisely because there are so few people, it has a calm and comfortable atmosphere.

However, when I put myself in the position of the café, I realized that the number of customers is proportional to its profit.

Even though it's a holiday, this current situation—the lack of customers— is simply terrible... It's not viable for a business at all.

Koga: Even if you’re just volunteerin’, seems like you guys still have time to talk to us, the customers.

I mean, don’t ya gotta work? Is it okay for all three of you to be relaxin’ like this?

Shu: As much as I hate to admit it, there’s no issue. Currently, you two are our only customers.

Yuta: Oh, that's true. But wasn’t there a couple here just now?

Tsumugi: By the time I brought the food to you two, they'd already paid and left.

Even though it should be busy during lunchtime… It’s a lonely sight, isn’t it~

Koga: …So, how's this workin' out for you? Did you guys come up with a solution?

Yuta: Why is Oogami-senpai suddenly acting like he's in charge?

Koga: I ain’t trying to take charge, I’m just curious after hearin’ this much.

Tsumugi: We've been looking for ways to help the café while we were working, but we haven't come up with any feasible ideas so far.

The menu has a wide variety of options, the food and prices are perfect, and the customer satisfaction is high.

The only problem is the location. If only this café could be moved to the front street with a "bang," it would be an immediate fix, wouldn’t it~

Tsukasa: It is indeed a difficult situation. We don't have any more land left to move it to…

Tsumugi: No no, I'm just kidding. Please don't take it seriously.

Shu: What are you doing, teasing a serious child like this, Aoba?

Tsumugi: I was just trying to lighten the mood~ Well, like this, we’ve pretty much hit a roadblock.

Yuta: So that’s how it is. Even though I found such a great hideout, it’s going to close…

I’d hate to just stand by and do nothing while this is happening…

I don’t really have any solutions either. But can I help out?

Shu: Yes, you are very much welcome to. This place means a lot to me, too.

Koga: …Tsk. Somehow, this reminds me of the "Special Music Zone."

Because of ES, seems like the number of closed shops and buildings in disrepair have been increasin’.

Yuta: So does this mean Oogami-senpai will be helping out too?

Koga: Haa? Why would I?

Yuta: Eh, did I get it wrong? Back in spring, I was making a fuss about helping the live music clubs in the "Special Music Zone"—

You were all like, "I'll help ya." So I was expecting that you would cooperate with me again this time.

Koga: Ah~… Well, since I've stuck my neck in this far, I can't just ignore it, huh?

Yuta: Really? Fufu, all things considered, Oogami-senpai is very good at looking after others, isn't he?

Koga: Shut up~ Don't get so comfortable just cuz more people joined. There’s no point if we don't have any ideas.

Tsumugi: Even if we get you to work as volunteers like us, there aren’t any customers—it’s so quiet in here that you could hear a pin drop.

We were already not doing much, and now there’s five of us…

Ah yes. If you don't mind, Yuta-kun, Koga-kun, and Suou-kun, can you three do an inspection of the area?

Tsukasa: Inspection?

Tsumugi: It’ll be a waste of time if we all just stuck around here, so a better idea is for you to visit other stores to gain some more insight.

Leave the café to me and Shu-kun.

Tsukasa: O-Okay… I understand. Oogami-senpai, Yuta-kun. I'm looking forward to working with you.

Yuta: Yeah, me too! What are you wearing out? Are you just going as you are?

Tsukasa: No, I'm going to change. Would you give me a moment?

Koga: Sure. We'll wait for you outside.

Yuta: See you later~!

Alrighty then, let’s check things out!

Tsumugi: Take care~

Shu: ...How regrettable. I didn’t expect to have to stay here with you, of all people.

Tsumugi: It’s because I’m worried about leaving this café to only Shu-kun and Suou-kun, who have little to no customer service experience.

Even if you went too, would you be able to mesh well with them? You’re not the most cooperative person, you know?

Shu: How rude. I'm more used to cooperation than I was before. In Paris, I'm always surrounded by artists who tend to be free-spirited people who do as they like.

Tsumugi: Oh~ Being there must be having a good influence on you, then.

Anyway, Paris, huh…? When I was still a student, I remember making the "France Special Corner" (1) even though I’ve never set foot in the country myself.

If I come visit sometime, will you show me around?

Shu: Non, I refuse.

Tsumugi: Even if Natsume-kun and Sora-kun came along?

Shu: ……

…I am not in Paris to act as a tour guide.

However, it'll be troublesome if someone gets lost, so I'll lend a hand.

Tsumugi: Fufu, thank you very much.

Shu: Sigh. I feel like I’ve been talked into it.

Tsumugi: Shu-kun is kind-hearted, after all.

Shu: Hmph. Praise from you doesn’t make me happy at all.

Tsumugi: Aw, how cold~♪

Translation Notes: 1. Referring to the story Blood Banquet.

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#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #yuta aoi #koga oogami #tsukasa suou #shu itsuki #tsumugi aoba #autumn cafeteria

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toestalucia · 1 year ago

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Kou: What? You don't…have chocolate for me this year? Can I ask why? >I heard that you can't give foxes chocolate.

LOSING MY MIND CUZ 1) <-person who literally sent that question (but seriously) to venom IM GONNNAAAAAAAA 2) captain bullying a 12yo AGAIN is so fkng funny to me. but also kou who at this point is ssooo honest.......no wonder he's getting teased LOL him & you are both so cute

Caro: Whether you're an artist or not, it's important to nurture your heart.

m...mahoyaku......

Lu Woh: Even more so if the purpose of such practice is meant for one who has piqued your interest for reproduction. I repeat—I am one of the Six Dragons.

THIS ONE MADE ME LOSE IT. LIKE FIRST HES ALL 'we 6 dragons dont need stuff like food etc to survive this is wasted provisions' THEN HE SAID THIS AND IMMMMMMMMMMMMM LMFAAOOOOOO would u like to speak with helel ben shalem about the bees and the flowers i think itd be hilarious af & hell for captain. lu woh who was too honest about vyrn to the point of pissing of captain (rare moment) to lu woh who says this i dont think i can do this anymore chat

Ragazzo: Wha? Ch-chocolate? For me? Ah… Well, I mean, it's not like I didn't notice your feelings for me or anything— Huh? You're…handing them out to everybody? R-right, yeah, I knew that. Yep. In other words, you're giving chocolate to all the crew members as a token of friendship. Thanks. I appreciate it.

ragazzo playing tough only to be hit with the 'actually i give everyone' IS SSOOOOO FUNNYYYYYY LOLLLLL GOD let this turn into captain teasing him every year. i need terrible pranks. i miss captain & seofon 'u give/get chocolate to/from other ppl?:(' shenanigans (pls read seofons vday & white days, comedy deluxe). that but onesided, considering ragazzo......

Freyr: I see. So you slipped off a cliff while trying to pick that fruit. That was rather reckless of you in such poor weather.

fullkawa honpo's alice mention !!!!!!! (its not)

Balurga: What? Your hand slipped because you were tired from staying up all night making chocolate? Skull: You stayed up? After spending the past couple days busy with requests? That means you've barely slept at all… Do you got chocolate for brains? Go to bed, right now! I'll tuck you in and sing you a lullaby if I have to! Balurga: Can't believe I'm saying this, but Skull's got the right idea. You don't gotta push yourself like that! Huh? You wanted to make chocolates for us that badly… Thanks for caring, but… I'd rather not have chocolate with your blood, sweat, and tears in it.

out of all of the new ones ive read so far this is the sweetest captain-wise,,,like...u absolute fool (endearing). also skull & balurga being so ????? go to BED!!!!!!!!! about it is something i rly like too. excellent. glad to see units & characters i rly like get seasonals i rly like

Lobelia: Let's make this a day to remember. Je t'aime, Captain.

????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Utsusemi: I know that this emotion can bring no joy to a courtesan, but I can't bring myself to throw it away. Therefore… I would leave it in your care. This savage, fiery emotion… You will find it in this box. If you doubt me, then witness it with your own eyes. Captain opens the box as if in a trance, only to let out a short cry when a spring propels something out of it at high speed. Utsusemi: He… Hehe… Hahaha! Well that was a cute reaction indeed! To think that a jack-in-the-box would be so effective…

KBJAFBJKADBJKAD PLEEEEAASSEEEEE BE PRANKING VDAY/WHITE DAY BUDDIES PLLEEASEE PLEEASEE CYGAMES I NEED THIS SO BAD...NOT THE JUMPSCARE...i need to read her fate eps shes growing on me sm just from the seasonals

Meg: Ehehe. Truth be told, Mari, the one I gave you has special ingredients and is different from the rest. I hope you like it. Mari: (Wow, you were so upfront about that, it may as well have been a wedding proposal!)

me when i read mhyk

Meg: By the way, Mari, did you happen to have any chocolate for Captain? Mari: Mm-hm, sure do. Here you go, Captain. A little thank-you for all you do for us. With all the delight of the proud victor of an imagined love triangle, Mari places a miniscule piece of chocolate on Captain's pinky.

LNKADNKLADNKLADNKLADNKLADNKLADNKLDNKLA?!?!?!?!?!?! MARI...CMON....................i actually was surprised she had choco for captain THEN SHE HIT ME WITH THAAAATTT................I KNOW U LOVE MEG BUT...........god im so thankful for the megmari unit. mari is excellent. the seasonal where shes like 'ill make sure the kitchen width is just right so our shoulders brush when we cook' ??????? u r my favorite person. also when mari thought deliford was in love with sandal. lord. u need to be in every single event

Cosmos: Thought one thing Satyr said remains a mystery to me. She mentioned that skydwellers "put their love" into the chocolate. I followed her instructions to whisper my feelings to the chocolate while making a heart shape with my hands. But I remain uncertain as to whether that affected the flavor.

WHAT IS SATYR TEACHING EVERYONEEEEEEEEEEE

#stardust speaking !#i have the year5-year2 left of the girlies so ill return at a l8r time..<3 #gran (with malice): i heard u cant give foxes chocolate #akira (with concern): (can erunes eat chocolate....?)#also grimnirs are always so funny. the only guy who doesnt die from embarrassment when captain goes 'say 'aah' :]'#stan&alizas are a delight too...............

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night-garden-fic · 1 year ago

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Chapter Eighteen: The Next-Best Wish

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TORI!"

Chapter Eighteen: The Next-Best Wish

For the first time in over a month, Russell sat behind his desk at the Library.

In an exhausted haze, he rubbed at his tired eyes, then ran his hands down his slack face, as though coaxing it to snap back tight over his bones. He hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night, though it wasn't for lack of trying.

Indeed, he'd done everything he could.

His preparations had started the minute the Library closed, and the very second Tori shut the door behind her. He'd enlisted Cecilia, and of course Sabrina, who'd in turn enlisted Nicholas and Neumann. Edward even came over after the Clinic closed for the night, with Camus and Melody trailing curiously behind him. Raguna, Lady Ann, and Zavier all declined, citing plans of their own, but that was just as well.

As it turned out, Russell's plot had been a bit elaborate.

Even with the long evening and seven pairs of eager hands on his side, the work lasted well into the night. The kids eventually fell asleep under the desk, and Edward—who had to wake up early and let Lara into the Clinic—headed home to bed soon after. Neumann, too, was an early riser, and bid his wife and son goodbye after a few hours of admirably steady work. And as for Melody and Camus...

...Well, they were also in a hurry to get to bed, albeit for completely different reasons.

Sabrina, as expected, held out the longest. She and Russell worked together until just past midnight; at which point Sabrina realized what time it was and hurried home, a fast-asleep Nicholas balanced on her strong hip.

And so, for nearly three more bleary-eyed hours, Russell worked alone.

Yes, it was all quite the undertaking. But as he looked around at the pale pods of origami dolphins, strung into long garlands that decorated every edge and surface of the Library, Russell knew it had been worth the effort.

He also knew it wasn't his opinion that really mattered.

It was Tori, after all, who was having the birthday.

Twenty.

(...Gods almighty. Twenty.)

Considering all he'd put her through that winter, Russell had wanted—needed—to make this one special for her.

The dolphins were the first thing he'd thought of, and he'd almost dismissed the idea as either too silly or too much work. But now, seeing how impressive they were when it all came together, he was glad he'd decided to trust his instincts.

He hoped all his accomplices felt the same.

They were here now, having returned first thing in the morning.

Sabrina was in the kitchen, steaming pumpkin pudding after pumpkin pudding. Melody sat on the counter and cracked the eggs, but was proving a somewhat distracted sous-chef; gesticulating boisterously as she rambled at length about the herb garden she was planning for the spring. It didn't help that Camus was leaning on the cupboards with his arm around Melody's waist, playfully nuzzling her neck and making her giggle wildly.

And if the kitchen sounded rather raucous, it still paled in comparison to the main room of the Library; where Neumann gawkily thundered around on all fours, pretending to be a dragon. Cecilia and Nicholas had tamed him, and were currently riding around on his sturdy back, laughing and shrieking all the while.

Edward watched them as he leaned against Russell's desk, shaking his head bemusedly.

"...Your friends are all crazy."

Russell propped his heavy head in his hands and shrugged.

"Well, they're your friends, too... And besides, you hang out with me, so you're not really one to talk."

Edward laughed.

"No, I suppose not. You are kind of a handful."

Russell smirked slightly, thinking of Sabrina and remembering the sting of his ice-torn knees.

"...Yeah. I get that a lot."

Neumann roared past Edward's feet. Edward merely shrugged.

"Well, hey... Better a handful than a bore."

Russell's smirk shifted to a proper—if somewhat one-sided—smile.

"I guess so."

He didn't feel like ruining the moment by suggesting that he was, somehow, both at once.

And besides, he'd already heard the key jitter into the lock.

Russell leapt out of his chair and dashed to stand in the center of the room, clapping his hands exactly once, the way they'd all discussed.

In an instant, his friends gathered around him.

Neumann stood upright and became a man again, the children bouncing excitedly at his feet. Sabrina rushed into the room, carrying a wobbly, unstable pyramid of puddings on a huge platter; a lit candle stuck precariously in each glistening top. Camus carried a laughing Melody out of the kitchen, like a knight who had just rescued a rather silly maiden. Edward simply stepped out from behind the desk.

And, when the door opened, casting the room in harsh snowblind light, they all called out in unison:

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TORI!"

The shy girl staggered back like a stunned woodland creature; breath panic-rapid, eyes wide. She stood still as a statue for a moment, as her face turned an almost fluorescent red and a few tears ran down her burning cheeks. Then she started giggling hysterically, bent double at the waist.

Sabrina's grip on the platter was beginning to waver, and the topmost pudding slid off, falling to the floor with a messy splat. In their rush to stomp out the burning candle, Camus and Melody completely obliterated the pudding, sending orange globs flying. Sabrina let out a slow breath through gritted teeth.

"...Gods' sake, girl, can you please blow out these candles before the whole place goes up?"

Tori bounced to attention, braids whipping around her.

"...R-right! S-sorry about that!"

Then she took a deep breath, releasing it in a great gust that extinguished every flame. All her gathered friends and neighbors clapped, which nearly sent her into another paroxysm of shyness.

While everyone's attention was on Tori, Nicholas took the opportunity to pick up a clump of trod pudding and gleefully shove it in his mouth. Sabrina carefully lowered the platter onto Russell's desk, barking at her son as she plucked out the burnt candles.

"...Nicky! Don't be disgusting! Camus walks through poo, for heaven's sake! We're all going to have pudding in just a minute. Pudding nobody stepped on. Melody! Plates!"

The witchy young girl raised a hand to her forehead in a cheerful mock salute.

"Right-o!"

Before Russell could stop her, Cecilia picked up a pudding glob of her own. She seemed to consider eating it for a moment, but decided to hurl it at Nicholas instead, and now it was Russell's turn to bark at an unruly child.

"...Cecilia!"

Just as Nicholas began to kneel for another handful, Edward and Camus stepped in to clean up the mess with—rather bizarrely—a spatula and a dustpan. Russell turned to Tori, just to see how she was doing, and was cheered to see that she was laughing. Not in anxious hysterics, but musical and genuine.

Then she finally noticed the dolphins, and her face went slack in awe.

Russell grinned.

"...Surprise!"

Tori's clear blue eyes were wet and shiny, her voice breathy and hushed.

"...Th-they're beautiful..."

Russell practically glowed with pride, running his thumb across the shallow paper cuts on his fingertips.

"I'm glad you like them... Anyway, do you think you're ready for another surprise?"

Tori looked somewhat stricken again, but the smile never left her face.

"I-I... Oh my! I g-guess so..."

With a shy, lopsided smile, Russell threw his arms wide.

"Well, then... Surprise! I'm coming back to work!"

With a startled gasp, Tori threw her arms around Russell, burying her red face in his coat.

"...Oh, th-thank goodness! A-are you all better now, sir?"

Russell slung his arms loosely around her trembling shoulders and shrugged.

"Well, Ed told me that all-or-nothing thinking is discouraging... But I've had a little more energy lately, so I figured it was time."

Tori's voice was choked with tears.

"...I-I'm... S-so... G-glad..."

Suddenly reminded of the quivering thirteen-year-old who could barely spit out her request for a job as a page all those years ago, Russell held her protectively.

"I am, too... And thanks for all your help this winter. Seriously, the place would have fallen apart without you... Now, come on! No crying at your own party!"

Tori shyly laughed away her tears, dabbing at her eyes with her sleeves. Then she jumped slightly as Sabrina clapped loudly and shouted out to the crowd.

"...Pudding!"

At her command, everyone gathered around the jiggling orange tower. Melody passed out plates, and Camus carefully slid the puddings onto them with the spatula, which Russell hoped he'd at least taken the time to wash.

I did it.

Unable to partake in the feast, Russell simply sat next to the dwindling platter on his desk; his feet dangling lazily, the way Cecilia often did. He watched the room, feeling his heart swell as he basked in the world he had created within its walls. Dolphins swimming through the air, and pudding for breakfast. The towers of books that had taken years to build. All these laughing friends.

I really did!

His reverie was interrupted by Sabrina, who had come to stand beside the desk, gently prodding him in his good side with a surprisingly dainty elbow.

"...Here you go!"

Russell flinched, shaking the dreams from his head.

"Ow... What... Oh. Thank you!"

Sabrina had handed him a miniature loaf of warm, orange bread.

"I had some extra pumpkin... And did you really think I wouldn't make something you could eat?"

"You're in my heart."

Russell suddenly felt like crying.

"I guess I didn't think either way, but I certainly appreciate it!"

Smiling as he blinked back the incipient tears, Russell positioned the bread for a bite.

"Wait! Wait!"

Sabrina quickly grabbed his wrist, then produced a candle from the desktop and stuck it in the bread, lighting it with a match from her pocket. Russell let out a small, stunned laugh.

"What... Sabrina, it's not my birthday."

Sabrina shrugged.

"Just thought you could use a wish is all."

Russell gazed into the tiny dancing flame.

"...Sure. I guess I could."

What could I wish for?

There was, of course, one obvious answer.

But, as he watched Edward leaning against the far wall, eating his pudding and making Melody laugh with embarrassing stories about Camus, Russell knew he'd never want to trap that man with a wish.

He had, after all, worked so long and hard to be free.

So instead, he looked around at his merry library full of reveling friends, and simply wished that every day could feel a little more like this.

Russell blew out the candle in one swift breath, then began munching the soft, sweet bread as he watched the party roll on. It would roll all the way into the early afternoon; the cheerful guests laughing, carrying on, and showering Tori with gifts.

Russell, Edward, and Sabrina all opted to give her new books. Cecilia, of course, made her a handsome set of butterfly bookmarks from the fancy paper. Nicholas handed her a perfect spiral shell. Melody had meticulously assembled a basket of teas, soaps, and sachets, all spiked with fragrant pink flowers. Camus and Neumann had both piggybacked on their partners' gifts, and were looking a bit embarrassed, but Tori—being Tori—was too flustered and grateful to notice.

The party was a roaring success, but it was soon time for them all to part ways and get back to work, which they did with little hesitation. There was still, after all, the main party at the Inn that evening, and everyone would almost surely be in attendance.

Strangely, it was Neumann who lingered behind in the Library, calling out to Sabrina that he would catch up in a minute.

"...Hey! Russell!"

Russell stepped back into the main room, having just placed the remaining puddings in the refrigerator for Tori and Cecilia to enjoy in the coming days.

"Yes?"

Neumann looked terribly awkward, and seemed to be taking a long time to figure out what he wanted to say.

"Um... You know I'm not much of a reader, and... Well..."

Russell nodded encouragingly.

"Go on."

Neumann took a deep breath, collecting himself a bit.

"It's just... If I wanted to start reading more books, what are some good ones?"

Though he didn't know Neumann well enough to guess his general tastes, Russell knew immediately what to recommend, and hurried over to the shelf where it sat.

He was thinking of a particular series of seafaring adventure novels, penned by the same author who gave life to Tori's beloved Dolphin Prince. This particular saga focused more on adventure than romance, and one of the main characters was a beautiful pirate queen, of whom Russell was quite fond.

Though the Pirate Queen was quite beautiful, she was not everyone's cup of tea; a hard-drinking ruffian who tended to say whatever came to mind. She joyfully lured endless friends and strangers into her bed, and preferred to go barefoot if the situation didn't call for her grubby old boots. Her hair was choppy and rugged, because she cut it in fistfulls with her saber.

And, through all her triumphs and misadventures, it was her zest for life, along with her deep care for her crew, that made her as lovable as she was wild. More than any treasure, she wanted her friends to love life the way she did, and to love themselves and one another as much as she loved them.

She was Russell's favorite character in the whole series, and he had a hunch that Neumann would love her, too.

He pulled the first volume off the shelf, and handed it over with a smile.

"...Here. These are a lot of fun, and pretty easy to burn through, too. Please, let me know how you like it!"

Neumann turned the book over in his hands, shuffling through the pages.

"...I sure will! Actually..."

Suddenly, he seemed a bit awkward again, though Russell wasn't really sure why.

"Yes?"

Neumann tucked the book under his arm.

"I... Well, I'd like to get to know you a little better. My wife likes you a lot, and she's pretty great, so I figure you must be a pretty great guy yourself!"

Russell was somewhat taken aback, for he and Neumann had never gotten along very well. Whether it was a territorial issue with Sabrina, or a simple personality clash that would have existed in any circumstance, he was never quite certain. Either way, it was strangely touching to see him try.

"I'm... All right, I guess. Honestly, I don't know why someone like her bothers with either of us."

Neumann laughed.

"I hear that... We're just lucky men, I guess! Anyway, thanks for the book. I'll bring it back when I'm done!"

Tipping the book as though it were a hat, Neumann loped out the door, with Russell calling after him.

"...You better!"

With another laugh, he was gone. Cecilia trailed after him, eager to play with Nicholas for the remainder of the afternoon.

The door banged shut, leaving Russell and Tori alone in their paper sea.

As Tori cracked open one of her new books, Russell took his place behind his desk.

At long last, it was time to get to work.

~*~

The first day of work—as first days often did—barely counted.

Though the mood had grown quieter after the guests left, it remained a day to celebrate and relax. Russell and Tori left their duties joyfully undone, choosing instead to bury themselves in their books and make a fractured, cheerful sort of conversation until it was time to close up and leave for the next party.

To Russell's mind, this was just one more reason to knuckle down hard on his second day back. He took his toast and tea standing over the kitchen sink, thanking his lucky stars that the thought of alcohol still turned his stomach, making him refuse the previous night's festive drinks.

He would not, at least, be starting the day hungover.

Russell took a deep breath, watched the kitchen window cloud as he exhaled, then set to work rebuilding his world.

So far, it was taking a bit more effort than expected. While Cecilia certainly had an impressive understanding of the card system for such a young child, she had perhaps been exaggerating the extent of her knowledge to impress him.

Tori, of course, understood much better, but there were a few intricacies of the catalog where she seemingly preferred to await Russell's judgment. As it was, it was mostly usable. But it wasn't quite how he liked it, so he spent the first hour of the morning setting it straight.

As he shuffled through the cards, he realized that, though it was grey outside and sleeting intermittently, Lynette hadn't been in to seek refuge from her drafty house. Of course, he knew exactly why this was, but thinking about it made his stomach hurt, so he chose to feign ignorance to himself.

Shaking the bad thoughts from his head, he gently slid the last drawer of cards back into place.

You're still on track.

With the cards back in order, Russell could begin his primary task: handling his correspondences.

While he was laid up in the Clinic, and as he slowly recovered at home, Tori had carefully squirreled away any incoming letters in the top drawer of his desk. There was, by now, a fairly impressive collection. And, if Russell didn't know better, he would have sworn they'd started breeding in there.

There were all the usual offers and requests, which gave way to reminders that he hadn't replied, and then to inquiries about his well-being. Towards the top of the stack, the latter seemed to dominate, including many letters signed with names he hadn't seen in months.

With a sigh, Russell sorted the letters by sender, took up his fountain pen, and tried to think of a way to explain himself. Eventually, he settled on "I've been sorting out some health issues," figuring that was as true as it needed to be.

"I spent most of the winter intoxicated, until a local ghost found me face-down in a ditch" just brings up more questions.

Predictably, by the middle of the afternoon, Russell honestly wished he'd chosen something else.

But then again, what phrase wouldn't one eventually come to hate, if they had to write it fifty times in a row? Especially if there was, seemingly, no end in sight. With only an hour until closing, the pile of letters had dwindled by less than half; the redundant vowels of "health" and the squirming triple-s of "issues" beginning to look like soundless nonsense in Russell's overworked mind. His fingers stung with pins and needles, and his wrist had begun to crack and ache.

The sooner you sort this out, the sooner things can get back to normal.

Russell took off his glasses for a moment, rubbing his burning eyes with a groan. Then he slipped them back on, slid the latest apologetic letter into its envelope, addressed it, and sealed it with his stick of blue wax.

Briefly, he paused to study the design.

He used a seal with an insignia that was supposed to be a globe, in the same way his tattoo was supposed to be a compass. It had come in a cheap set of office supplies that he'd gotten from Ivan shortly after opening the Library, and he hadn't thought about it much since then.

I should really get a custom seal made. This is so unprofessional.

(You're such a mess.)

That isn't important right now. You can think about it once everyone knows you're not dead.

(What image would I even choose?)

Once again, he reminded himself that he could handle it later. For now, Russell set the completed letter aside and began work on the next. He was so deep in concentration that he didn't even hear the door swinging open.

He did, however, hear the visitor's familiar voice.

"...Wow. Working hard already, I see!"

Russell looked up from the paper, where he had been preparing to sign his name.

"Hey, Ed... Yeah. Just catching up on all these."

He gestured at the piles of letters with his pen, before touching the nib to the paper once more. Edward nodded thoughtfully.

"I see... How long have you been at it?"

Russell blew on the wet ink of his name, held up the paper until he could see that it was dry, then folded it neatly.

"Since... I'm not sure. Around ten?"

Edward gaped slightly in disbelief.

"Russell, it's almost six!"

Russell's eyes trailed from the molten blue Earth before him to the small brass clock on his desk.

"...Oh. So it is."

I still have time for two more. Three, if I keep things brief.

Russell curled and uncurled his stiff fingers a few times, cracked this thumb and wrist, and went for a fresh sheet of paper. Before he could reach it, Edward had grabbed his hand.

"Did you take any breaks? Did you even eat lunch?"

Let go of me so I can get on with this!

He supposed he could have simply jerked his hand away, but it was no use. Russell—as he suspected he would if he stopped for even a moment—had hit a wall. He felt his shoulders slump in exhaustion.

"...I didn't want to break my momentum, you know?"

Edward gently cupped both hands around Russell's cold, aching one, and began to work the stiff joints with his thumbs.

"I know. And I also know it's not good for you. No one should work like that, even when they're in perfect health... You're still recovering, so that goes double for you. You need to pace yourself, all right?"

As Russell looked around at the papers on his desk, he swore he saw them multiply again.

"The more I pace myself, the more work I'll have to do later. I'll be able to take it easy once I finish this."

Edward continued rubbing the life back into Russell's hand, paying special attention to his knuckles and wrist.

"...Or you'll crash, and you'll end up behind again. Then you'll have the same amount of work, and no energy to do it, so you'll fall even further behind, and..."

All this talk of falling behind just made Russell want to snatch his hand back and resume writing, but whatever Edward was doing felt too good to stop.

"...And you're exaggerating. If I keep my pace, I'll be done by tomorrow."

Edward pressed his thumbs deep into Russell's palm, loosening the joints with a series of tiny satisfying pops.

"Well, why's it so important to have it done by tomorrow? If you slow down, I'm sure it'll only take one, maybe two extra days. I can't imagine much more would pile up in that time."

Russell rested his head on one of the few empty spots on his desk, hoping the coolness of the wood would slow his racing thoughts.

"...Because I've already been so unreliable. Why should I have the right to leave everyone waiting even longer, just because... What? My hand hurts a little?"

Edward shrugged.

"You've been ill. Anyone even halfway professional would understand."

Russell thought of the cheap, blue globe that finished each and every letter.

"I guess I'm not much of a professional."

Edward laced his fingers with Russell's, slowly rotating his stiff wrist.

"...Could that be a start, then, if you need an excuse to be less hard on yourself?"

Russell sat up again, propping his chin on his fist.

"I don't know... Probably not. I think I'll be hard on myself until I'm done here."

Edward laughed bitterly as he cradled Russell's hand again, checking every tendon and joint for tension.

"...With these letters? Or on Earth?"

Russell sighed.

"Good question..."

Having found one last sore spot at the base of Russell's thumb, Edward began gently working it out.

"...Russell, has anyone ever told you that you have a mind like a briar patch?"

Russell felt the thorns tightening around his tired brain; both horrified and relieved that, finally, it seemed like someone else could see them.

"No. I think that's probably an Edward-ism."

Edward ran his thumbs along Russell's wrist a few more times, then released his grip.

"Well, I meant it. Anyway... If you're going to be hard on yourself, can you at least be a little less hard on your body? Take breaks to eat and stretch once in a while?"

Russell crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

"When I stop, all I can think about is how much time is going by, and how little I'm getting done, so-"

Edward cut him off, apparently having heard enough.

"...So you're going to do what you're going to do. I understand. Really. And you know what? I've been here, too. Back in med school, I did paperwork like this, and I got the worst writer's cramp you could ever imagine. Eventually, I started taping up my hand, and that really helped. I could show you how tonight, if you want."

Russell flexed his fingers and wrists. His right hand was now so warm and limber that the left had begun paining him by comparison, and what he really wanted was for Edward to even them out.

You just want him to touch you.

(I do.)

He wanted Edward to touch him, and he wanted Edward to come around and hold him whenever he started overworking himself, to calm him down and force him to rest. But Russell knew that was a lot to ask, so he simply shrugged.

"If you think it'll help."

Edward shrugged in reply.

"It's a good short-term solution."

As he spoke, his eyes seemed to be insisting that this had better be a short-term problem. Russell nodded, though he himself couldn't be quite sure.

"Okay. Yeah."

Edward smiled.

"...Good! I'll see you in a few hours. In the meantime, go relax. And please eat something... Your hands are shaking."

Russell tucked his hands under his upper arms, out of sight.

"I will... See you."

Edward waved as he stepped out into the chilly evening.

"Later!"

Russell glanced at the clock. Seeing that it was past closing time, he dismissed Tori with an apologetic shake of the head.

And then he was alone.

...Well, not entirely alone. He could hear Cecilia fooling around upstairs, and was grateful for the percussion of her small feet on the old wood floor above. As he listened to it, Russell considered what to do next.

On one hand, he had nothing to do until his nightly appointment, and could easily knock out more letters in that time.

On the other, he was still at least trying to follow Edward's directions.

(Because I love him.)

In the end, love won out over drudgery.

Love, and the pulsing headache that had snarled together behind Russell's eyes while he wasn't paying attention.

Wearily, he stood up from his desk, cracking his sore back and neck. Then he walked into the kitchen and hastily spread some jam on a slice of bread, folding it in half as he stood before the window over the sink.

Somehow, it had gotten dark. In place of his barren back garden, Russell saw only the shadowy reflection of his exhausted, hollow-eyed face.

He wasn't sure which one depressed him more.

~*~

Face stinging from the cold, hand and wrist still snugly wrapped from Edward's demonstration, Russell stepped back into the dark, sleeping Library.

This'll be a long night, won't it?

(Don't ask if you already know the answer.)

At first, his nightly dose was enough to knock him out almost instantly. Then to make him feel slightly numb, then pleasantly drowsy. Lately, it wasn't enough to do much of anything. His eyelids were a bit heavy, but it seemed he was always tired these days, so that could have been unrelated.

Soon, he supposed, the night would come that he'd receive nothing at all.

I can't do this.

You have to.

(You love him.)

Russell paced the floor restlessly, then turned on his desk lamp.

If he couldn't sleep, he could always read.

But what should I read?

He considered diving into the backlog of new books that had accumulated while he was unwell, but he figured he owed those more concentration than he could currently muster. Then he ran through his old favorites in his head, but they all sounded tedious. Of the assorted books he cracked as he aimlessly wandered the shelves, none of them had held his interest.

Russell sighed as his hand gravitated towards the one spine he knew he shouldn't touch.

Don't do this.

(The thing almost killed you.)

It was too late.

He had the book of military history in hand, and was already thumbing through the pages, searching for himself. He knew what he was doing wasn't good, but he thought he finally understood the compulsion.

You just need to prove it to yourself.

When Russell was at his worst, he sometimes forgot why he felt so bad in the first place; as though the pain was so great that it swallowed its own beginnings. He had his memories of the war, of all those bad years. But the memories were all he had, and they were slowly fading and distorting, as all memories eventually did.

With each passing year, they seemed less and less real; his suffering more and more devoid of context, until he began to wonder why he hurt so much in the first place. And so, whenever he got lost in that vague pain-fog, all Russell wanted was something to point out and say, here.

You went to the place where young men die.

You walked out alive.

(You did not walk out intact.)

He had Cecilia, of course. But, though she had come from the battlefield, she was not of it. She definitely belonged to his current life.

He had his awful tattoo and his painful scar, both of which he had carried for so long that they were simply parts of his body. They were no different from his bad eyes, or the grey spreading through his hair. His list of slightly-embarrassing physical defects was so long that they tended to get lost along with everything else.

For a while, he'd had his old utility knife, and even used it often around the house. Until, that is, he impulsively threw it into the ocean; during another long-ago bad winter, when he didn't quite trust himself not to open a vein.

And he'd kept his tattered uniform pants around for longer than he probably should have, just because he knew they drove Sabrina crazy. He loved how she'd sneak up on him and grab his hips, and the feeling of her clever hand sliding under his unfastened waistband. Of course, inevitably, they started falling apart, so he cut them into rags and gave those to Leo to use in his blacksmith's shop.

Russell, now, had only the picture.

He found himself; a bewildered-looking slip of a boy, standing hunched and blank-eyed at the very edge like always.

It made him sad that he could read the pain in his shoulders better than the emotion on his face.

How was your day? How are you feeling?

He couldn't tell, beyond the reasonable assumption that his younger self had a hard day and was pretty tired. But then again, he might have been projecting. Either way, he wanted to somehow reassure him. To tell him that everything would, eventually, work out.

In a year, you'll love someone.

(He dies.)

A few more, and you'll get to rest for a long, long time.

(Because you were nearly killed.)

Just two more after that, and you meet your daughter.

(She's wonderful.)

You get out for good that same day.

(For good, but never completely.)