mikazuki is seated beneath the wisteria trees, resting against the trunk. he's changed into a different kimono, and the length of his sleeves and the fabric of it drape over his hands and legs. it's probably almost a little hard to tell that he was on cyoa
if not for the slight raspiness to his voice]
... as long as that is true, all will be well.
[as long as he's alive, he can make the rest work]
[ Molly hadn't gotten a good look at him before, so he doesn't know the extent of his injuries - though he does tilt his head a bit at the raspiness. ]
[ Pushing up the sleeves on his coat, almost idly, like he's not paying attention. Red eyes push under the skin, opening like a seam and then closing again. ]
I-- We don't care much for each other. 'Course, his opinion counts a lot less, being a dead guy. But I know he hated me. Ran into a woman once, who knew him, thought she knew I was him by the face - familiar and all. Called him charismatic in his cruelty. So, I think maybe the world is a better place without him in it. I try and do better. Leave things letter behind me. Make something whole out of the pieces, if I can.
[ . . . he nods at that, understanding. his gaze falls upon the eyes, curious. only curious.]
... at times, that is all we can do. Even knowing that it might be impossible to save all of it on our own, it is still important to heal what parts we can.
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W2, THURSDAY
Still alive over there?
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mikazuki is seated beneath the wisteria trees, resting against the trunk. he's changed into a different kimono, and the length of his sleeves and the fabric of it drape over his hands and legs. it's probably almost a little hard to tell that he was on cyoa
if not for the slight raspiness to his voice]
... as long as that is true, all will be well.
[as long as he's alive, he can make the rest work]
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[ Molly hadn't gotten a good look at him before, so he doesn't know the extent of his injuries - though he does tilt his head a bit at the raspiness. ]
Aliveness aside, you holding up?
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anyway he's just going to look up at the wisteria blossoms at the question]
... My friend, you have said that you have experienced the cycle of your life three times... no?
[ . . . ]
It is curious, to find myself in your company.
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Well ... you want to get in the weeds about it, then just the body. I've only been in it the twice. Before it was ... someone else.
[ but ]
Curious?
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he brings his sleeved hand up to rest over his heart, as if in thought over it.]
... I feel that too.
In some part, I am no longer only Mikazuki Munechika. I think... I have a piece of someone's heart, that isn't mine. [a beat] It can't be.
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[ Leaning against the tree trunk, looking over at him seriously - like he understands that statement a bit too well. ]
I think in a lot of ways-- [ his hands twist around one another, as if he's thinking. ] I am the piece. Of someone else.
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Do you ever seek to overtake the whole? Leave no room for the someone else?
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I-- We don't care much for each other. 'Course, his opinion counts a lot less, being a dead guy. But I know he hated me. Ran into a woman once, who knew him, thought she knew I was him by the face - familiar and all. Called him charismatic in his cruelty. So, I think maybe the world is a better place without him in it. I try and do better. Leave things letter behind me. Make something whole out of the pieces, if I can.
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... at times, that is all we can do. Even knowing that it might be impossible to save all of it on our own, it is still important to heal what parts we can.
I think it a fortunate thing - for you to exist.