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a night to remember

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sillies

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SUPER duper long overdue crosspost of my ramblings slash thoughts slash translations of this (Vyn’s Enduring Light SSR). actually why did i not think of doing this on tumblr first HAHA anyway... 

“remnants of oblivion” 

(can we talk about how heartbreaking the title alone is orz) 

image credit: yooneunji33 on twitter  | read from 日和风物诗 on bilibili 

little bit of backstory: there’s two gangs that are mainly featured here, for simplicity’s sake i’ll just refer to them as A and B. at the beginning of the card story, Rosa is the vice president of gang A, and Vyn used to be in gang B for a while before he left. Vyn is a doctor in this AU, and he has a medical centre in that town. He has a good reputation as a doctor because he’s very down to earth and doesn’t overcharge (relate orz)

the story starts off with a missing shipment of emergency medical supplies, and gang A’s president decides to frame Vyn for it. Rosa was ordered to do a body search on Vyn (the 1st CG) to look for anything suspicious,, translated dialogue below:

The moment I touched his waist, Vyn’s body jerked up slightly. 

🩺 : I forgot to remind you, you can’t simply touch certain places. 

🩺 : Ms. (Y/N) is not in a marital relationship right? 

🌹 : Uh… not yet… why are you asking this, Dr. Richter? Are you trying to distract me?

🩺 : Looks like Ms. (y/n) is not too knowledgeable in this aspect. There’s an old saying here, if a woman touches sensitive parts of the opposite gender, it means that she has feelings for him and has intentions to marry him.

she didn’t find anything suspicious except for a foldable scalpel he says is for “self defense, but can be used to treat patients in an emergency”. 🌹: “Self defense?” 🩺  : Sometimes, I might bump into frantic man-eating folks. Of course I have to guard myself from them. 🩺 : But I just said it; my body is sitting in the medical centre, and the trouble falls from the sky. Sometimes I can’t prevent it no matter how much I try.  🩺 : Heh, so scary.  🌹: Your mouth says it’s “scary”, but the way you carry yourself doesn’t make it that frightening. 🩺 : I’ll still be afraid; I’m very timid, I’m afraid of everything. 🩺 : Ms. (y/n), did you hear a noise? Did a mouse enter my medical centre? (( ( crying at his sense of humour) one of the people from gang A reportedly says that they found some emergency medicine supplies in Vyn’s office, but when it was cross checked with the list of emergency medicine they were not the same substance. ^^ that person from gang A was the one who placed the medicine inside Vyn’s office a few days ago. Vyn noticed and swapped the medicine out, but didn’t come clean to the search party because it would be hard to explain his innocence. rosa is aware of this information because vyn told her, and after the search gang A had a meeting where Rosa got dismissed from the gang to made up evidence (by the president) of her of covering up Vyn’s crimes because they’re doting on each other  >:) while Rosa was escorted home, they encountered an explosion and there were bullets flying everywhere. Vyn manages to save her in time, and he brings her to a secret base. (also Ogier exists in this universe LOL) on the way there, Vyn was treating her wounds in the car. while he was disinfecting her wound: 🩺 : Hold it in for a while, I need to completely disinfect this. Try thinking of other things to divert your attention from the pain. no one: absolutely no one: 🌹: I might as well be in a blank state of emotions, so I stared at Vyn’s hair and started counting.

(never change, rosa. never change.) 🌹: Actually… I didn’t think you’d come rescue me. At that time, I almost thought that I was going to die there. 🩺 :  Don’t simply say things like “die”… you’re very healthy, you can definitely live up till a hundred years. (I DON’T LIKE THIS FORESHADOWING)))  back at the base, a kid ran up to Vyn asking if he took his medication. it’s later revealed that he has a congenital disorder, and he also tells us that when he was young, a fortune teller told him that he would encounter two catastrophes in his life. the first one was at 9 years old when his illness almost got the better of him; he was brought back to life at the brink of death by his master who taught him medicine. the second one was supposed to be this year where he would die in an accident.  🌹 : Nonsense! You won’t die! 🌹 : There’s two days till the new year, and we’re already at the end of today! You can definitely live a long life and pass away in your sleep!  ^ (( this foreshadowing (2) 🌹: And you’ve already lived past your first catastrophe, so you can definitely live past the second one! No, no! By right, the second one shouldn’t even happen in the first place!

🩺 : Why are you… so concerned about me?

embarrassed, she adverted her gaze and noticed a plant outside and asked if there were any special requirements that needed the plant to be in such harsh conditions. Vyn explains that it’s very self contradictory; because the seed itself is very weak, yet it’s only able to grow in these conditions. (rosa thinking: isn’t this similar to vyn’s illness?” ) 🩺 : It’s more commonly known as “The flower of hope”- it was left to me by my teacher who taught me about medicine; and that it was a rare species. He said, “As long as you patiently nurture it, you’ll definitely be able to see it in full bloom.”

🩺: It’s been 2 years but I haven’t observed any flowering.  🌹 : It’s okay, then I’ll nurture it with you! Flowers that are well taken care of will definitely bloom. It’s the “flower of hope”, of course it can! 

((foreshadowing (3) D; ^ the moment rosa mentioned that it was reminiscent of Vyn’s illness i just had an italicised oh moment because tbh it’s not too interesting on the surface. but if you think of all the implied things;; i love the implication that she wants to be with him through thick and thin.

shortly after they received intel from Ogier that gang A's president was headed towards a hotel, they booked a room for themselves "disguised" as a couple. they were overhearing their conversation, but Vyn moved around a bit and accidentally broke a teapot, which drew attention. at that point gang A's president was knocking on their door almost wanting to kick it down and they were trying to keep it quiet, but vyn was trying to hold his coughing in so bad his face was red. Rosa then lent her hand for Vyn to bite on, saying that it was something her family did for her when she was very young.

 Vyn was coughing blood and their room was about to be broken into so they hid somewhere, and when the room was open the hotel staff was like:  hotel staff: "omg there's really every type of person in this age. some little couple booked a room in the middle of the night and they're not even staying here, they jumped out the window to go play..... sigh, thank god for the deposit" like,,, LOL/? DOES THIS HAPPEN VERY OFTEN HOTEL MANAGER ? after that they went back to the base where Rosa was hurriedly ordering people around to take his medicine for him. the entire time her back was turned against him because she couldn't bear to see him in a vulnerable state like this. so he touched her hair lightly.

🩺: “Ignoring me?  His voice suddenly became very mellow, and it sounded like he was complaining, I almost gave in. I turned my head to not look at him; because I was afraid that I’d get soft-hearted. 🌹: “.. No! (Vyn takes his meds)  🩺 :  Not ignoring me anymore?

((vyn is just a big fluffy cat u cannot tell me no!!! 

🌹: You don’t take your meds properly…  🩺: I just forgot it, really.  🌹 : It’s my fault… I wanted to get the intel, but I forgot to take into consideration of your physical condition… 🩺: No, I forget to take my medicine quite often. But even if you weren’t around, I’d also rush over there immediately. 🩺 : But because you’re by my side tonight, I could get the help I needed. You see, didn’t you already help me in your own way? *points to 🌹’s arm. His teeth marks are there, and the teeth imprints are slightly bruised with traces of blood. 🌹: Does it hurt? … ( she looks away, to the people around her- all of them are people he has rescued before / share the same beliefs with. and she tears up.) 🌹(thinking): I went up and held the side of his arm that wasn’t injured and bit down. Yet even with my sudden actions, Vyn didn’t move away or show any hint of resentment. He was only surprised for a bit.

🩺: You…  🩺: Bite down harder; that way you’ll leave a mark.  And he’s complaining that I did it too lightly… As if to prove him wrong, I bit him with more strength. Suddenly, my nose picked up the scent of blood, and I stopped immediately. 🌹: Sorry, it looks like I bit a little too deep… is it very painful..  Vyn looked at his arm which also had traces of blood and a bite mark and turned his gaze to me. 🩺: It doesn’t hurt at all. 🩺 : However… why did you suddenly bite me in around the same spot as I bit yours? 🌹: We sign a pact by biting each other’s arms. It’s solid evidence that we are allies; it’s something to remember us by. 

🌹: From what I hear from legends, you can only make an ally’s mark once in your lifetime, so- 🌹: Doesn’t matter if it’s for our beliefs, or anything else. Promise me, Vyn, you absolutely cannot die, otherwise, I’ll be on my own. 🩺 :... 🌹: And, promise me, never “always forget to take your medicine again”, no matter how busy you are!

🌹: And here I was thinking once we’ve settled this incident, I want to invite you to stroll around this city with me! I have a good sense of direction, wherever you want to go I know my way there!

🩺: You want me to promise you so many things in one breath… why do I feel like I’m selling myself away?  🩺: Looks like you won't give up if I don’t answer you, so I promise you. And you’re right, if I ever lose my way in the future, I’ll go find you. 🩺: Speaking of which, where did you learn that way to remember something from? We could’ve just taken a picture together.  🩺: Even though I like this way of commemorating things… but… I’m afraid that your bite mark wasn’t deep enough. 🩺: ...and if one day that scar is healed… I won’t be able to see it anymore. 🩺 : So, let’s take a photo to commemorate this, it’ll last longer.

When we took the photo, Vyn suggested I sit down while he stood. I poked fun at him, saying that only married couples pose like this together, and he said that soulmates will also do the same. For some reason, I felt very happy hearing that. (((we're in the last part which is the most heart-wrenching one imo, but because the scene itself involves a lot of details that i didn't really elaborate on here this is v paraphrased. i still strongly suggest reading a full translation because i did not think i could cry so hard) gang A's leader they discussed their plan in the hotel, they intended to make war between the two gangs so that he and his friends would get all the credit under another gang name for supplying the medicine and make people have less trust for the major gangs (?) so the next morning, they wanted to take action to stop them. (before leaving for their separate duties):  🩺: Of course, when you succeed there, we'll meet here. I have something for you.

there's a lot of stuff in between but in the end, she suddenly thought about the situation Vyn was dealing with and rushed over. there's also some dialogue between gang A's president and Vyn (both on the floor, heavily injured, almost dead). Vyn was only half conscious at that point, so she ran towards him. 🌹 : Vyn! It's me! I'm back!  As if he could hear my voice clearly, he lifted his head and looked in my direction. His facial expressions changed immediately. 🩺: (y/n)... you're back... Not too far away from where he was lying was the photo they took together yesterday.  🩺: Strange... it looks so near, but why... can't I reach it? 🩺 : Previously, what I wanted to give you is this photo of us together...

🩺: They processed it this morning and gave it to me... I wanted... to give it to you personally... 🩺 : I, Vyn Richter, have dedicated my life to practicing medicine for the people. I have... no more regrets... 🩺 : Moreso, I met my one and only soulmate... (y/n) you... 🌹: Who said that! You have regrets! You promised me! You promised me so many things! 🌹: Vyn, do you intend to leave me alone? We promised each other that we'd take care of the flower, and walk around this town... you cannot sleep! (( can i just say how much i love the part where she asserted that vyn had regrets... like. i can’t even explain why it just :(  🩺: “Today’s sunlight… is comfortingly warm… but why… do I still feel a little cold…”  🌹: ... Cold?! Vyn, don't fall asleep, talk a little more with me and you won't be cold anymore!  🩺: ... I'll listen to you... I won't sleep.... what should I say? Oh... I know now... 🩺: I had a dream this morning...  🩺: The me in my dreams... seemed like he didn't have any lifelong illnesses... and didn't get sick often...  🩺: The me in my dream.... the way we were in my dream... were still together... we promised... Promised what? No one gave me an answer to that question. It seems like, no one ever will.

aaaand *drumroll* that’s all! there’s still the afterstory but i like angst and pretending happy endings don’t exist. keep in mind this is heavily paraphrased so i did miss out on some details.., i just wanted to commemorate my favourite parts of the story while keeping it in context here. if you wanna ramble about it come find me on twitter / write me an ask or anything!! thanks for reading this far :) 

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"wrong answers only" i think they should be partners in crime. "but they're lawyers" well too bad they're also partners in crime

OK YEAH THIS IS IT!! BABY THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKIN ABT!!

OKAY okay okay real talk though. banger au card idea? artem and rosa partners in crime au? mihoyo please. please. please. please. pelase? please.

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they had to get along, no one is on board except dor Luke

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played all day and now they’re eepy :”) honkshoo honkshoo mimimi

twitter / instagram / hoyolab

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if i were to adorn you

marius von hagen / mc(rosa) suggestive some kind of au based on his 3rd personal card CG and PV

She let out a gulp of anxiousness at the warmth of his breath against her nape. This distance between them was definitely something new, for all the times that she had come into his store, the distance between them would have included the store's counter or his working table.

She never imagined being in this sort of situation since the clientele of the man that had his hands moving about her body were those of the upper class, wanting to flaunt their wealth with the careful craftsmanship signature of one very famously known, Marius von Hagen.

or Marius, as he insisted on her calling him by.

Yet, here she was, without needing to go through the months-long appointment waiting time. She had furiously declined his offer, for she said, "It's enough that you're willing to use such expensive hem braids for my hems. I could have just sowed them myself."

But having shared the building space with the gentleman, she knew he was persistent and will do anything until she agreed. And so now, she tried to avert her eyes from him. But their proximity made her gaze into his eyes.

She was used to seeing him work with focus, eyes moving along the threads of fabric precisely, cutting fabrics out of muslin in clear crisp cuts, and being able to maintain his hair in place despite all the movement he had done.

But seeing his eyes up close was different. In his attentiveness were little specks of delicateness. She was falling into a trance. There was something to the way his eyes were moving that she felt that he was observing a painting, studying its strokes and the tiniest of smiles he had looked to be amusement, of the revelatory kind.

She could guess where his hands were heading towards from the movement of his eyes and soon she felt his hands grazing against her waist. The tape measurement felt tight against her when he took her measurement.

"Is this okay for you?" he asked having loosened up the tape around her and the back of his fingers grazed her waist, to help put some space, showing the amount of allowance she could have for the dress.

Her eyes darted down and the movement made her slightly move her body, pushing towards the fingers he had previously grazed against her waist. A quick hum escaped her lips from the sensation of his fingers to reply to his query.

"Miss, if you're this anxious, I can't say I'd be able to hold back once I take your bust measurements," Marius said teasingly with his eyes moving towards the paper on his working table. His right hand released its hold on the tape measurement and reached for the pencil.

He mumbled the number he was writing before sneaking a glance at her, anticipating the reaction she would have to his teasing.

She let out a cough when their eyes met, "Wouldn't you already know that from all the times you hugged me?"

It was then his turn to cough at the sudden attack towards him, "Miss, don't tell me you've already seen through the reason why I kept saying I'd tailor you a dress..."

She leaned slightly against the edge of the work table, coming eye level with the slightly crouched Marius, "Coming from you, it's quite surprising you're taking the long route to ask to fuck me."

His eyes widened in shock and in that, she pulled off his glasses slowly, "You look cute flustered, usually you're the one trying to do it to me."

A laughter escaped him as his initial shock wore away and he plopped his right elbow on the table. His left hand holding the tape measurement went towards her right shoulder, slowly grazing against her skin with the side of the tape as it moves towards her collarbone. It soon changed to his index finger.

Slowly, agonizing pressure against her skin as it carved a long stroke of red heading towards her cleavage.

"I was sure that purple would look amazing on you cause it compliments my eyes," Marius whispered, his finger tugged against her corset. His face inched closer to her and his lips lingered against hers. He lightly bit on her lower lip with a chuckle before tilting his head, lips now breathing extremely warm against her neck.

"And now I'm even more convinced that it would look stunning when the accessories I had in mind look with the purple hickeys I'm going to tailor to your skin."

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remember when luke pearce trimmed rosa's fringe

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petty highschooler luke

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heads up for the barrage of posts these few days i’ll just be slowly setting up this blog orz don’t mind me

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things i’d like seeing in my inbox:

headcanons! ideas and all the like. if i’m feeling like it i might expand on it too :3c

yelling and incoherent screaming about anything tot related (yells with you)

anything related to cn server cards that just dropped are okay! including in depth card discussions!! but i might not know that much about event stories.

your pets!! plushies! i love tiny things

please do not send me

(unless i’ve given you the thumbs up beforehand):

anything romantic between male leads (no qualms if you talk/post about it, i have tags blocked out! i just really don’t want to be subjected to respond to anything related to it). platonic/familial interactions are okay though! stuff like found family and the like.

any main story chapters that are unreleased on global, UNLESS i’ve posted anything (rambles, theories etc) of it before.

any luke is going to die / artem is a virgin / vyn is a red flag jokes. i’m tired of it.

is … okay?

nsfw: yes! but please don’t take it personally if i don’t respond, i’m very picky.

dark content: generally yes but no noncon or incest please (i’m ok with aforementioned tropes but only for very specific pairings so i’ll just say no to those two in general first. but also honestly i don’t really associate any of the nxx men with it ha ha ha. related posts will also go under the #xu after dark tag)

violence: yes! canon typical violence is okay.

major character death: depends on your approach! i’m very happy to discuss the prospect of angst and grief as long as you’re mature and respectful about it.

lgbt+: yes! okay as long they don’t fall in my “don’t send me” criteria (no male lead x male lead). i don’t have opinions on gender/sexuality hcs of otoge men, don’t shove them down my throat

general stuff

please don’t be jokingly rude to me if you’re gonna send stuff anonymously i’ll take it as a personal insult. i am (unfortunately) a professional overthinker

don’t be pushy or guilt trippy if i don’t get to your ask immediately. reminders are okay after like a week or two but honestly i’m (also very unfortunately) chronically online so if i don’t respond it’s probably intentional. pester me about it and it’s definitely intentional.

i still reserve the right to post whatever i want and answer whatever i want (because this is my blog orz). if i don’t answer your ask don’t take it personally, i just probably don’t feel like answering anything at all. my social battery is weaker than an iphone 5’s batteries

just don’t be rude in general. this is who you’re hurting when you hurt me

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「25 lives in which i’ll find you」

🗝️ luke pearce / mc

🗝️ general with a sprinkle of romance?

🗝️ based off a comic titled “25 lives” by tongari!

ao3 link to this fic here

"ah, but I don’t blame you; i’ll never burn as brilliantly as you. it’s only fair that i should be the one to chase you across ten, twenty-five, a hundred lifetimes until i find the one where you’ll return to me."

alternatively, something like a short overview of luke's emotions over the course of the time he knew rosa ?? but in pretty words.

The very first time I remember you, you are blonde, and you don’t love me back.

He felt a gust of wind past his shoulder, and something in him told him to look back. A familiar silhouette- he could recognise it even with his eyes closed. He knew exactly who it was, then he remembered that he shouldn’t run to it. He really shouldn’t- run and what he’s been planning for the past three years would all be in vain.

As much as he couldn’t bear to take a second look, he knew something felt different.

The next time you are brunette, and you do.

He woke up, startled by the faint buzzing he felt on his sheets. 4:02 a.m., the time reads. Through blurred eyes he could see that there was an incoming message- grabbing a handful of water from the glass by his mattress, he rubbed his eyes vigorously with his wet knuckles to wake his mind up a little more.

The phone reads: Luke, what are your training plans for the team today? Is it possible for you to clear out the afternoon for a group training session?

After scanning the message a few times, he shakes off the dizziness in his head as he lets out a soft sigh. It wasn’t her. But why would he want her to text him when he’s been forcing himself to ignore her texts for the past six months?

I wish I could tell you how much I miss you, I wish that I could kiss you every morning, that I could give you the warmest hugs that are enough to melt the snow away. But I know this is for the better of our relationship; the better of you, he thinks to himself.

He tried going back to sleep, but with every turn and flip of the blanket was his head telling him time and time again that she could be his first and last sight of his day. Frustrated, he throws the blanket aside and took a cold shower.

After a while I give up trying to guess if the colour of your hair means anything. Because even when you don’t exist, I’m always in love with you.

Luke doesn’t dream often, but when he does, it feels real. In the dream, a woman was sitting on his lap, warm breath dancing across his face delicately as she looked at his lips in a half-lidded gaze. He doesn’t know who the woman is, but he does find it strange that he remembers every single detail about the woman. The way the corners of her emerald eyes crinkled when he brushed his thumb across his cheek to the way his name rolled off her tongue in a barely audible whisper.

“I like you.”

He didn’t find it hard to say it back. She’s so near yet so far; so familiar yet so foreign, as if the lingering warmth of her hand on his chest was real; so real that it’s tangible. How does one remember every single detail about a person they’ve never met in their entire life?

Their foreheads parted, so did their hands. And he felt like he was drowning; sinking into the depths of her eyes, until the world around him was pitch black without a sliver of light.

I remember most fondly those lifetimes where we get to grow up together,

He fondly remembers a brunette haired girl through the glass panelled windows of their neighbouring houses. The weather was always pretty; the curtains were always pulled to the sides. It wasn’t uncommon for her to see an orange haired boy with his elbows against the table; face against palm as he pursed his lips to hold a pencil between, eyes gazing into the distance.

She’s known that his name is Luke for the longest time ever. So did he know hers

when you share your secrets and sorrows and hiding places with me.

I love how you play along with my bad ideas, before you grow up and realise they are bad ideas.

The thought that these years spent in the NSB would be lonely has never crossed his mind before he left. He had a hard time growing close to people, because the girl next door has always been his muse since young. It’s almost like his world was a secret that only the two of them knew; no one knew him the way she did, nor did anyone know her the way he did.

“Companionship is something we really take for granted, huh,” he muttered under his breath, amber eyes fixated on the screen that displayed the last picture the both of them had taken together. Her eyes were like crescent moons, delicate edges pushed upwards from the ear to ear smile on her face, while his hand was gently placed on top of hers that was wrapped around his shoulder. “Because I should’ve told you that I appreciated your companionship… that I liked……”

He paused. All of a sudden it’s like his hazy thoughts had been fathomed into constellations he could see; it was her all along. The word “you” never left his mouth.

“But was it really a bad idea to not tell you? It’d be so stupid and selfish of me to tell you this right before I’m supposed to leave to study abroad…”

(And in those times together I have many many bad ideas.)

Some things are better left unsaid, after all.

When we meet as adults you’re always much more discerning. I don’t blame you.

It’s only fair for you to distrust me because I was the one who walked out of your life without an explanation. But I’m cursed with the knowledge that if I ever attempted to say anything to you, I wouldn’t be able to hold back; it’s as if the weight of the past 8 years and of the times we could’ve spent together would come raining down on my shoulders; my weight crushed beneath it. No matter how thoroughly I was trained for my missions, nothing prepared me to bear the weight of all the guilt and shame and all the other emotions that come with it the second I look into those pretty emerald eyes that I fell in love with a decade ago.

Yet always, you forgive me.

“I’m sorry.”

She doesn’t respond. She looks at him pensively, eyes scanning his face several times over as if to confirm that it is indeed the same boy who she once loved many, many years ago.

And yet, once again, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to her. It felt as if she cast a spell that twisted his tongue and trapped all the words he would’ve said inside his chest.

As if you understand what’s going on, and you’re making up for all the lifetimes in which one of us doesn’t exist,

So instead, he takes a step closer to her. And another step, and another, until he can feel her warm, tangible breath on his face. And he holds her arm with the gentleness of a warm sun on a rainy day, and he saw her eyelids flutter shut gently with every millimetre he closed the gap between them.

Is this the moment?

Wait, no. Wasn’t he supposed to stay away from her at all costs? But their lips touched, and he anticipated the soul-crushing weight.

The weight never came.

Instead, it felt like they were standing, embracing each other amidst a rain of a thousand feathers- everything felt so fleeting; so ephemeral. His heartbeat never felt more real.

and the ones where we just, barely never meet.

Through tears, she pleaded, “Never leave me again?”

The answer he wanted to give was a firm, solid no. But he couldn’t bear to tell it to her, not when his emotions had the better of him, not when he knew he wanted this just as much as she did.

For once, he felt like he was selfish. He nodded slightly, his eyes wavering.

(i’m sorry that i’m making promises i know i can’t keep.)

I hate those. I prefer the ones in which you kill me.

But even after all the times we talked and we dated and we kissed and we spilled our hearts out, and even after you knew the truth, you still loved me all the same.

Every now and then I still have those self-dejecting thoughts- that you shouldn’t be with me. I think you deserve to be happy. You deserve to be with someone who will be with you through all the walks of your life.

Time and time again, you choose me.

I may never believe you when you say that you’ll never love someone else like you did me, but the truth is that I feel the same way. I’ve felt love once, and I don’t think I can go back to a life without you in it.

But when all is said and done, I’d rather surrender to you in other ways.

Even though each time, I know I’ll see you again, I always wonder

I hope that this engagement ring is a stamp that seals our promise; that fate will never separate us again, and even if it does, it’ll reunite us time and time again. You’re the one I love in every lifetime and in every universe; not even death can do us part.

Is this the last time? Is that really you?

It’s always been you. I’m sure of that.

And what if you’re already perfectly happy without me?

I’d rather not think about it.

Ah, but I don’t blame you; I’ll never burn as brilliantly as you. It’s only fair that I should be the one to chase you across ten, twenty-five, a hundred lifetimes

He’s running, and it feels like his legs are burning. It’s like Icarus had legs for wings.

Where to? Her heart, of course. And he’d do it a thousand times over.

until I find the one where you’ll return to me.

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Spicy art? Spicy art (slightly NSFW art under the cut)

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