#now that he’s a little nicer that meaness has to go somewhere okay 😤

[seldacharms]

The way I have zero motivation but if I could I would write 120k fic about those first days for Ryeon seeing the man she loved, the man she never thought she’d see again outside of haunting dreams and blistering, aching regret. But it’s not the same. She’d been told as much by the Director. He was a different man with his own mind and personality. Designed as her own personal hell. Still she’ll take it. She can’t help but want to be near him anyway and sometimes she’ll catch glimpses. An action or a word that will rip her through time and space, just for a second, a moment. The pain afterwords is almost worth it. Years pass and her aches become routine, his presence almost a comfort. He’d always be steadfast.

Case after case and she doesn’t realize that he sees her too. He doesn’t know her, not like that, but she’s competent. Does as she’s told and he appreciates that. She’s never wavered and it makes him want her closer. He respects her. Why wouldn’t he want someone as competent as she has proven herself to be by his side. He keeps her close and in that he sees more of her intentional or not. She fights hard and sometimes he’ll see a reflection of his style in her movements. Her gaze mirrors his when she’s bringing in the worst of humanity, almost as if she’s fighting the same demons he is. She’s in the standard black, but the color around her eyes makes her stand out. He stares longer than necessary sometimes.

All the way to the present when everything came crashing down. They managed to land on their feet, but it doesn’t erase the centuries of history. Ryeon is happy to resolve it knowing it will never fade completely. Where they are now is eons more than she thought she’d ever get, deserve. Things have changed completely and it will be a while before she figures out her own emotions. That and his smiles. Once so rare and treasured are now constantly on display for her. It chokes her up, makes her fumble in ways she hasn’t, doesn’t remember. Her cheeks match her eye shadow and it’s not becoming in a reaper centuries old. He’s not the same, no. How could he be? He has his memories back, but he’s lived hundreds of others since. Remade a cold man, rage a constant in his veins despite his complete control. Only now he has the past to anchor him, soften him just a bit now that he can let go of the misplaced anger. In its place something blooming. Reconciling the two parts is more confusing than she’d imagined. Especially now when he looks at her the exact way he once did.