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[sudriics]

@toyfulbox

As it turned out, Percy had a surprising knack for picking up languages. He initially started taking Japanese in secondary school (mostly because he was required to have a certain number of second language credits in order to graduate), but soon found that he actually quite enjoyed learning the language. While his dyslexia certainly made it more challenging, he managed to find his own ways of working around it. He'd even been able to enroll in the AP class!

As part of his final project, he would be assigned a random student from Japan to exchange letters with over the course of the semester. The idea was that it would act as both a cultural exchange and a way to practice writing in hiragana.

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Dear Mitsuru,

You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. But that is totally ok! My name is Percy. My full name is actually "Percival", but I prefer to be called Percy. I hope my handwriting isn't too messy. We're not allowed to type our letters, so I have to write everything by hand. I don't mind, though! It's better practice this way. 

I live on the Island of Sodor. It's a small island located just off the coast of England. I like living here because it's close to the sea. Do you live near the ocean? I also like living here because you can take the train pretty much anywhere you need to go, so you don't even need to have a car! I like taking the train to school every day.

I like drawing, photography, and comic books. Sometimes, when I'm bored in class, I'll draw pictures in my notebook. I also like origami and collecting stationery. When the weather is good, I like to fly kites! What do you like to do for fun? 

Do you have a job? I work part-time at the post office. Right now I'm saving up to buy a new scooter, since mine was stolen a few months ago. I won't let that get me down, though! Once I have enough money, I'll buy an even better one.

I'm excited to get to know you! I want to know all about your favorite things and what your life is like. I hope we can be friends.

Sincerely, your friend from Sodor,

Percy.

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After double and triple checking that everything was correct, Percy took a deep breath and slid the envelope into the mailbox. Enclosed alongside the letter was a postcard and a small origami star. While Percy was excited, he also couldn't help but feel somewhat nervous. What if they didn't have anything in common?

[frestoniia]

WHAT'S YOUR CHARACTER ARC

romance/friendship arc

you started this story a little hard, or awkward, or stubborn. that's okay. it's harder than it should be to admit, but what you really want is love. that's what your story is all about - not just the act of loving, but the allowance of it. the confession that you do not want to fight or bleed or save the world, but to simply feel the way two hands fit so easily together. you will have two chairs and a table and you will shut your blinds, and you will say the word love without faltering. this is a happy ending, and you do not need to feel guilty. it hurts our hands to fight - never to hold.

tagged by: @utsubotm tagging: steal it

[frestoniia]

"Craig, dear, it may be best to head back." Azul glances around them thoughtfully, then takes off his coat to wrap it around Craig's shoulders instead. "The storm's not too bad yet. We can take a different path up to the house. Would you be alright if I held your hand as we walk? I'd like to have an idea of where you are since the clouds have gotten so thick."

On impulse he presses a soft kiss on Craig's cheek before letting go of the coat, drawing back with a faint smile.

"When we get back we'll see about dinner, hm?"

@mostrohost

Craig looked up at the darkening sky, frowning with concern. Sudden storms weren't exactly uncharacteristic for the area, but even he was surprised at how quickly this one caught up with them. What surprised him even more, however, was the feeling of Azul's coat being gingerly draped over his shoulders, notes of his scent still lingering on the fabric.

" Thank you, Azul, " he replied, his voice quiet. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take Azul's hand in his own. The warmth and solidity of it gave him some comfort amidst the uncertainty of the thickening mist.

The touch of Azul's lips on his cheek made Craig's heartbeat quicken. He blushed, feeling a mixture of surprise and elation at the simple gesture. As cool raindrops began to land on his skin, he pulled the coat tighter around himself.

" That sounds lovely, " he says, nodding in agreement. " It's too bad we have to head back already. But I can think of worse people to get stuck in the rain with. "

[frestoniia]

Well, for the most part, all of the important ones are checked off. And he'd be lying if he said the thought never crossed his mind... Perhaps they're more compatible than he thought? Well, that remains to be seen.

" I didn't know you had an ear for music. You'll have to share with me sometime. "

@mostrohost

[frestoniia]

"Do you resent your unique magic?"

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks || accepting (1/10)

@mostrohost

" Yeah, kinda. "

" Stroke of Midnight, which weakens anything it touches to the breaking point... Even the body of the user. It was my mum's Unique Magic too, you know. It's the only thing of hers that I have left.. In the end, she wasn't strong enough to handle it. Whos to say the same thing won't happen to me? "

Brittle, creaking, and constantly on the verge of breaking. That could very well be the life that awaited him, if he couldn't maintain control his spell. That's why he tried his best to never use it.

" I know what my spell is capable of. The strongest castle wall can become as fragile as a piece of glass. Cracking under it's own weight... And then shattering. Now imagine that happening to a person. "

Of course, Craig didn't need to imagine it. He'd already seen it firsthand.

[chatoyisou]

“ -- there’s a place for us somewhere. ” for three? for three. talkin about themselves and the other runaway kids. pls pap them

“ but what if that place is as dreary & dark ? ” it seems that , for children like them , this was all they were made for . to hide in the shadows , to live in fear . to stay close to a fire that cannot protect them at all times . to run from adults that mean them harm ( that want them dead , that want to satisfy their guests ) , to live in fear of living .

she remembers a valley of flowers & a looming scarecrow . she remembers the terror & the hunger & the thirst too well . she remembers a deal she regrets . & she remembers a cliff facing the horizon , bound outwards with no end .

the view had been beautiful .

( a flower in the maw . that still grows . that still perseveres in the face of death . )

she remembers a blurry past . perhaps she had been loved . perhaps not . but it had been better . warmer , safer , home . it had been home . 

“ ... but maybe you ’ re right . ” takes time to huddle a little closer / a little deeper to her cloak / to six . “ a secret place for all of us . with no weird adults . with no leeches or suffering . ”

& maybe , just maybe , a place where they can be kids .

late nights . ( a ; @depthstarved​ . )