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polishing up the blog tomorrow and then it should be done. thanks for waiting a whole months guys, college is exhausting 🪱
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I’m still working on my new blog lol sorry guys
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in the process of archiving and moving blogs to clear out clutter b/c new year new me, will update when i’m done!
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❛ all these things…? i guess that’s a compliment… in its own way. ❜ gaze turning to her beverage, digits fiddling with the glass.
“debatable.” it wasn’t just her tone that had turned bitingly cold, but there was a shift in the air around the redhead. a glow joining in to indecisively flicker over pale hues, fading in and out and in as she continued, “i think…” fumiko paused. mulling over what she wanted to say and how she wanted to phrase it. “i believe…” even her attempt to restart from a different angle by changing ‘think’ to ‘believe’ seemed to frustrate her. so she decided instead to just dive in.
“it’s debatable if i’m a good fr…” a face flashed to mind, followed by a quintet of faces. “..iend…” another pause. this time more to find words, rather than sort them out, as she had been taken aback by a feeling that could only be described as a hand made of ice clutching her heart. emotions washed over her, and the more the indescribable emotions filled her up, the colder it seemed, until frost began appearing on the tips of her fingers and slowly started spreading over her hands.
❛ calm yourself, yamamoto. you don’t want a repeat of last week, do you? ❜ lids closed and her silence was now a result of her focusing to calm herself, to not think about—
“i think i’m good at being useful.” pale hues had returned, the air losing that cold bite, and now even fumi’s hands were void of signs that her body had been losing a battle against the freezing temperature of the void. “lending an ear or a shoulder, lending someone my jacket, helping give advice… i don’t think i’m necessarily a good person or a good friend, since… what people are usually drawn to isn’t my bad puns or anything that makes me me, but how useful i can be. this isn’t the case with everyone, i’m aware, but they’re severely outnumbered by those that such does apply to.”
Eun-chae found herself, if for a moment, looking at a mirror image - someone who’s worth is not based on her merit but how she can serve others, and in that brief self-reflection Eun-chae felt a pang of cold unrelated to that of the frost on her companion’s fingertips. She’d not want her friend to suffer in this way, an object on display for another’s convenience - but who is she to talk?
‘You’re more than what you can do for people, Fumi.’ It felt strange on her tongue, as if she were convincing both her friend and herself. She sipped absently on her own beverage, letting what Fumi said sink in. Fumi, clearly, was not as indestructible as she led on. She who Eun-chae looked up to so dearly was working through her thoughts, speaking as careful and calm as a chess player debating their next move.
‘And whoever thinks otherwise isn’t worth your time.’ Eun-chae added, though she knew herself it wasn’t as simple as that. Wasn’t as simple as casting others away and living life for yourself, because what would you be without those people?
She bit her bottom lip, thinking, assessing. ‘When I first met you, I was so out of my element. And then you showed up, and I loved your jokes and your smile and the way you talked and I couldn’t — I still can’t — wrap my around how people couldn’t see you for those things.’ It felt as if Eun-chae was in on some secret - that the mystery of Fumi had cracked, if only a bit, and Eun-chae was privileged enough to nurse her truths. ‘I just wish that — I wish that you could see yourself how I see you. I wish everyone could see you the way I see you.’
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hiatus update: finals are over. thanks everyone for your patience. i move back on campus jan. 17th but for the next month-ish I’m going to do some housekeeping on here and get back 💛
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yikes i forgot i never formally announced my hiatus? it’s too late but im just putting it out there. bad things have been happening in succession and it’s been making it difficult to maintain my online presence, let alone carry out normal tasks irl.
like every time i try to come back, the universe just punches me right in the gut oof. I have like one or two threads I’ll try to keep responding to but don’t expect much activity for the next few weeks or more while i sort my life out 💛
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yikes i forgot i never formally announced my hiatus? it’s too late but im just putting it out there. bad things have been happening in succession and it’s been making it difficult to maintain my online presence, let alone carry out normal tasks irl.
like every time i try to come back, the universe just punches me right in the gut oof. I have like one or two threads I’ll try to keep responding to but don’t expect much activity for the next few weeks or more while i sort my life out 💛
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❛ you are truly something special, even if you can’t see it yourself. ❜
honestly, fumiko hadn’t been paying attention, and to be even more truthful… she had been zoned right out.
looking up from the recipe on her phone with instructions on how to make a bowl of katsudon look like a rabbit head. laying said phone on the table and crossing her arms atop while looking up at eun-chae.
“. . . what brought this on?”
it was calmly delivered, sure, but fumi was genuinely curious about what she might’ve done to trigger eun-chae into saying such words. since, the only time she heard such was the times she might’ve said something a bit too self-deprecating or when the listener thought the redhead was negatively comparing herself as lesser.
so to hear it unprompted… caught fumiko off guard, to say the least.
“well, i mean, i’m truly. . . something, for sure.” fiddling with the straw between her fingers as she spoke.
In that moment, she wished Fumi could see herself through Eun-chae’s eyes. While her world might be rose - tinted, there was no denying the real beauty in her friend’s languid appearance, the way her hair caught the light as she shifted her position, the striking eyes which Eun-chae met with a characteristic softness.
The real value, however, was not in the superficial, but in the traits Eun had come to learn of, to cherish, to envy over the years. It showed through the way Fumi’s words effortlessly tumbled out of her lips, the relaxed demeanor yet practiced control, how she spoke and acted and was everything that Eun-chae was not in all the best and none of the worst ways.
‘I was just thinking,’ Eun responded with a shrug, casual tone belying the anxious monologue of her thoughts. ‘Like, you’re all these things--’ Eun-chae gestured vaguely into the air, alluding to Fumi’s various responsibilities and skills outside of what Eun-chae would call a normal, everyday life. ‘---but you’re also just... a good friend. Y’know? I feel like I had to remind you of that.’
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❝ she looks at you as if she really sees you. ❞
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