I just finished reading @furiouspoplar's "Soaking in Cinnamon" fanfic on AO3 last night, cried my eyes out due to the gorgeous, sugary sweet words they wrote, and then proceeded to make a playlist + a cover for said playlist out of adoration for this masterpiece of a fanfic.
Link to the playlist:
Link to "Soaking in Cinnamon", by FuriousPoplar on AO3:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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Before I post this, I wanted to write a message in honour of this absolute work of art. I'll try to keep it short and sweet because I could talk about this fic for hours. Also, this might contain spoilers, so go read the fic now!!
This fanfic has become one of my all-time-favourites: it has inspired me in so many ways, and it has showed me how a relationship isn't only sustained by love, but that it needs time, patience and a lot of effort from both parts.
Pomni and Ragatha sat down to talk, even knowing that it could be the last time they would be this close... Because they love each other, and they consider their relationship worth fighting for, worth showing up for.
Instead of them playing a game of push and pull against each other, it was them against the back and forth of the ocean, against the heavy waves threatening to swallow them both.
They are two different people, with their respective baggage, their distinctive quirks,,, but with certain similarities and many shared goals; they don't always see eye to eye, and they can hurt themselves and the other in the process, even if those weren't the intentions.
And that's the thing: relationships aren't perfect, and they can't be. The terrain is always not uniform, and the friction builds up enough to trip them over; something so uniquely, intrinsically human.
And they decide to stand in front of a rough, open ocean, hand in hand, ready to take in whatever it has for them. They accept the kismet that comes from being swallowed by the ocean, because they know they will be safe in each other's arms.
As long as this is what they both want, then the unpredictable waves are easier to surf, and the ocean will become more tranquil once again.
They acknowledge that they have hurt each other, and that it is not okay, but they see that the intention to harm wasn't born within them, and come to understand the other.
They know that the tide will come in again eventually, but they make a pact to respect and love the other in the wild ocean that the Circus proves to be time and time again.
