( the shock on her face is only rivaled by the surprised noise, a sound she surely has not uttered since childhood or perhaps ever. )
Two months???
( her mind immediately traces back to seeing ayato not a few hours ago. yet his word is as good as any law or better to her; she believes him. it only stands to reason that they are dealing with a confusion not only of location but of time as well. concerning. but when she thinks of the traveler and all she must have seen and experienced, it is not difficult to conceive of or even accept. it is only that, as the information settles and roots with the care of relevance, her brother has been here, not 'alone' but...alone.
over their life together, a word like 'home' became quite specific, but so too did words such as 'alone' and 'together' and 'lonely' and 'here'. words which in a different arrangement or from someone else will always mean vastly different things, and yet to ayaka it is simple enough.
ayato. thoma. taroumaru. their people.
two months.
and knowing her brother, cut off as it appears this place may very well be...
she neatly folds and hides her fan so that she may lay her hand across ayato's, perfectly having him in her hold now as she stops their quiet little walk to look directly up at him. she will never be their mother, nor their father; she will never be ayato either. she cannot be anyone but herself. but. each of these people exists like a season, and maybe a heart has chambers but a soul has windows. sometimes, depending, she might look closer through one or the other to understand something. about her brother, she knows so much of what he's done and built and sustained comes from hard work visible and not. to have even his 'eyes' taken, to not know...
when she smiles, it is soft and it is years, and it is the stray snowflake that catches on your eyelash, crystalline and not without purpose despite its fall. )
I am so sorry. For what it is worth, from what I last remember, everything has been going well. Small and large things are constantly afoot but of late they all seem to deal with recovery and rebuilding. There is little need even in the longest shadows, for as much as our commission might have dipped their hand in the past.
( please do not worry, not too much.
and, )
Just a few hours ago, I was able to say hello to one of my favourite scenes: another game between you and Thoma. I confess I am surprised though, brother; you were losing.
( then her smile brightens, almost playful. )
I don't expect it is in your nature to go easy on your opponents, however.
my pleasure. also flops in late with milk tea!
Two months???
( her mind immediately traces back to seeing ayato not a few hours ago. yet his word is as good as any law or better to her; she believes him. it only stands to reason that they are dealing with a confusion not only of location but of time as well. concerning. but when she thinks of the traveler and all she must have seen and experienced, it is not difficult to conceive of or even accept. it is only that, as the information settles and roots with the care of relevance, her brother has been here, not 'alone' but...alone.
over their life together, a word like 'home' became quite specific, but so too did words such as 'alone' and 'together' and 'lonely' and 'here'. words which in a different arrangement or from someone else will always mean vastly different things, and yet to ayaka it is simple enough.
ayato. thoma. taroumaru. their people.
two months.
and knowing her brother, cut off as it appears this place may very well be...
she neatly folds and hides her fan so that she may lay her hand across ayato's, perfectly having him in her hold now as she stops their quiet little walk to look directly up at him. she will never be their mother, nor their father; she will never be ayato either. she cannot be anyone but herself. but. each of these people exists like a season, and maybe a heart has chambers but a soul has windows. sometimes, depending, she might look closer through one or the other to understand something. about her brother, she knows so much of what he's done and built and sustained comes from hard work visible and not. to have even his 'eyes' taken, to not know...
when she smiles, it is soft and it is years, and it is the stray snowflake that catches on your eyelash, crystalline and not without purpose despite its fall. )
I am so sorry. For what it is worth, from what I last remember, everything has been going well. Small and large things are constantly afoot but of late they all seem to deal with recovery and rebuilding. There is little need even in the longest shadows, for as much as our commission might have dipped their hand in the past.
( please do not worry, not too much.
and, )
Just a few hours ago, I was able to say hello to one of my favourite scenes: another game between you and Thoma. I confess I am surprised though, brother; you were losing.
( then her smile brightens, almost playful. )
I don't expect it is in your nature to go easy on your opponents, however.