i'll leave flowers by your bedside
cause i know that i can wake up to you every day
i never ever plan to be away from you
from this world to the next
believe me when i say
that it's you and me
doing all the things we want to
until the end it's just us two
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cw/tw. gif(s), child neglect, depiction of starvation & frostbite, suicidal thoughts
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𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐈
Candour of Light and Shadows
Quest Started
I still think
Some people were born a shadow.
"ーHappy birthday, sweetheart!"
"Thanks, mama!"
"May Lady Tsaritsa bless my little snowflake so he grows up big and healthy... And may She protect you from all dangers and surround you with love and happiness!"
"..... Mama, what about-"
"Hold on, darling."
Every year, instead of burning candles, I burn the memories of you.
Every year, instead of huddling in front of a warm fireplace, I relive the memories of the icy grave you call home.
Every year....
I wonder.
Why didn't you just di̴̖̊ë̷̻͙́̒̿̆ that day?
Why did the gods pity you when your own blood couldn't care less?
Why you? Why me? Why us?
I dare not defy the fate bestowed upon me. This is the role we were bestowed with. The second option. The second best. The supporting role.
The shadow.
....
But maybe....
........
Just... maybe.
.............
Maybe all this time, I've been tricking myself, thinking I was undeserving. Of the spotlight. Of the warm fireplace. Of..... a home.
“....”
“Wha....?”
“Happy birthday, Cov!!”
“My my, did we catch you off-guard so much you were about to unsheathe your sword?”
“Ah... I'm..... sorry.......”
“It's fine, it's fine. More importantly, do you like chocolate cakes? I had no idea what kind of cake you'd like but since you love hot chocolate and cookies, I thought you'd like themー”
“......”
“Cov?”
“...........”
“Thank you.”
Maybe one day, I'll be able to feel truly worthy of this.
......
I guess…. Just for today, I can be the light.
𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐈 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞
Candour of Light and Shadows
Quest Completed
[ To be continued(?) ]
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Gav, do you have anymore wriggle up on dry land holiday thoughts to share? I've been thinking non stop about the snippets you posted, the idea of the holiday season being a bit of a jolt to Jamie's standing in his new family unit in his own mind is haunting me
oh yeah i think about this sorta thing ALLLLLL THE TIME it's like... i haven't thought too much about holidays in particular but things like that being a jolt to jamie's standing in his new family unit in his own mind is a great way to put it. it's deeply destabilizing for him every time he encounters something like that, something that makes him think about it and ask himself those questions directly - who am i to them, what is my place here, how long will it last, how much can i take, how much say do i get, etc.
and a BIG one in there is uncle's day, actually, speaking of holidays :) bc i'm keeping that part from season 3 though it's obviously a little different.
this is from when i was talking to another friend (thanks to @jamietxrtt this time, another prominent and beloved enabler of me generally and this au in particular) about the way that like. roy has a hard time with referring to james as jamie's dad when he's thinking about the man at all, because in his mind, that's ted now, and that's something ted earned. (and it's a little bit roy, too. there's a whole like- he's not Jamie's Dad the way that ted is but he very much is Jamie's Parent, and the distinction is a little odd and difficult to articulate but it's very similar to how he feels about phoebe, he's not her dad but he is her parent, etc. but it's still like...... when he thinks about what a father, what a dad ought to be, he feels that inside himself more than he could ever give it to james.)
which led to like. phoebe is the one who articulates this better and before anyone else can, and that's part of the uncle's day thing, which happens when jamie is seventeen and has been living with ted (and has had a room at roy's) for going on a year. when phoebe and sarah are arranging it, phoebe insists jamie has to come, because “he’s your uncle roy too” and jamie is like :? he is not.
and she sighs and rolls her eyes like little kids do when they think you’re being dense, and she’s like noooo i don’t mean he’s your UNCLE but he’s your UNCLE ROY just like he’s my uncle AND he’s my uncle roy and jamie is like. you’re gonna have to explain this one to me in a lot more words half pint.
and she sighs again and goes well. some kids at my school have a mummy and a daddy or two mummies or two daddies or just a mummy or just a daddy or one of my friends has a mummy and a parent - she pronounces this very deliberately - which is cool. AND my friend cecily has THREE mums and a dad because HER parents got DIVORCED and then they both got married again so she has FOUR parents which is NOT FAIR. anyways. i don’t have a mummy and a daddy or any of that. i have a mummy and an uncle roy. he isn’t my daddy but he’s my uncle roy, get it? and jamie nods bc he thinks he actually does get it yes.
and she goes okay. so you’ve got a daddy. that’s coach ted. but you’ve also got uncle roy. because he’s not your daddy and he’s not your uncle but he’s your uncle roy. get it?
and jamie, who is just about on the verge of tears now, nods again because yeah. He Gets It Now.
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sorry, i’m having more penumbra thoughts
this is the most brilliant, fucked up thing kabert could have done, honestly! since season one, we’ve been making “haha… gay <3” jokes ab nureyev giving juno his name the first time they met, wanting to run away with him while genuinely not knowing him all that well—when REALLY, it simply boils down to: peter spent endless hallucinogenic years without hearing the person he loves say his name. when he finally woke up, he must have felt so incredibly desperate to hear it. so desperate that YEARS later, he met a pretty detective and it came spilling uncontrollably out of him.
not only does peter’s past on saraswati cast murderous mask in a different light, but final resting place??? juno steel locks himself behind that door with miasma, and peter CRUMBLES. juno is the only other person besides slip to know his name And his history with brahma—now he’s going to die, and peter can’t do anything about it (another thing juno has in common with slip).
no wonder he begs juno to run away with him immediately afterwards! yes, love is part of it, but also? it’s a trauma response, babey! nureyev physically abhors the idea of being responsible for ANOTHER person’s demise. he is so incredibly frenzied about stealing juno away to a small corner of the galaxy + keeping him safe and happy.
dear god, every single thing this man has ever done has been a calculated move (or prepping for a calculated move, or dealing with the fallout of said calculated move). he hasn’t had a moment to rest since he was SIXTEEN. he doesn’t think he deserves one.
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Thinking thoughts about Satoru…like how handsome he looks when he’s wearing sunglasses :/ bet that man has a whole collection of versace and prada
Hehehe... sorry for taking forever to answer this, but, unfortunately, I agree, and I think about this all too often ://
He’s got a million pairs—some colorful, some bedazzled, some square, round, cat-eye—but most are black. Relatively simple looking, awfully expensive if you get too close. There’s something about the way he is with his glasses; casual, rehearsed—they’re not an accessory to his outfit like they would be for most people—it’s part of him, his everyday, and he looks really good with them.
He’s trained himself to easily adjust his glasses from falling off his nose when he’s leaning over you, hugging you from behind, or being just plain nosy about what’s on your phone. You always tease that if he gets any closer or looks any harder that his glasses are going to fall off, to which Satoru always smiles and nudges his head against the side of yours to push his frames back up.
When he is worried they could fall off, he always finds some place safe for them, whether that’s rushed into your hands, stuffed in your bag, placed on top of your head, or even right on your face. The latter is his personal favorite, always giving you a kiss to the tip of your nose before sauntering off to do whatever impromptu and reckless activity he had up his sleeve.
He does let them fall on purpose, sometimes. When you walk by in his favorite pair of jeans on you, when you’re wearing that lipstick he likes, when he catches you in his clothes, when you two meet up for a date after work—Satoru will tilt his head down, pull his glasses down enough so you can see his eyes trail you from top to bottom and then back up again before he lets out a whistle that he knows will get him scolded, but he can’t help it. You’re pretty, he wanted to make sure he got a good look.
He hardly ever insists on driving himself, but when he does, it’s usually in the summer in a tiny two-seater with the top down that lets him feel the wind in his hair and he demands you join him in a duet of pop songs sung at the top of your lungs. When the wind gets too erratic (and you and Satoru have gotten far enough outside of the city that going as fast as he likes is somewhat acceptable), he’ll push his glasses up to act as a headband, and you get an even better view of his face, wide smile and crinkled eyes as he tries to hit notes way out of his range. And on your drive back, when the weather is calmer and the sun has set, Satoru once again entrusts his beloved glasses to you, finding time to snap pictures of you sleeping in the passenger seat at red lights.
Even though black frames are his preference, he has a slew of bright colors and unusual designs. Some he has just to have—collectables, my dear, he always reasons when you question their practicality. But some are just pretty. Though you think he looks good in his usual selection of rounder, black glasses, you can’t help but to be partial to a purple pair he owns, if not for the way the color looks against his hair and skin, then for the soft purple to blue gradient of the lenses that frame his eyes in such a lovely way. And even though the lenses are transparent enough so that you can still see his eyes when he’s wearing them, Satoru has caught on to your preference, and always makes sure to lean his glasses down far enough on his nose and spare you a wink when he puts them on.
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