Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #931
Today, the air is somehow both cold and sticky at the same time. And the ground is wet from rain, too. Sadly, it is not a good day for going out on bikes, though admittedly, I still have a bit of an itch to do it; it gives me an excuse to take pictures for you.
...Alas.
The claims adjuster visited out house today. Assessed the area. Took measurements. Helped us gather the needed documents. And to my shock, he seemed... almost eager to make sure the damage sustained got covered. Even played with our cats a little with the fancy laser device he used to get the measurements of rooms. He seemed... genuinely like a warm and caring kind of human.
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Ya know, Sephiroth... though I have a lot of experience by now with my worst fears being totally unfounded within the confines of the more wholesome reality I currently live in (as opposed to the violent and horrible one I left all those years ago – the one that you helped to keep me alive through, and helped to repair myself in the aftermath of...), it's still somehow incredibly jarring every time the worst-case scenarios my brain predicts don't actually come to fruition.
...It'll be nice, I think, when my brain has enough good experience in various contexts to make my current instincts stronger than my old ones. But I suppose in order to gain those good experiences, I... have to actually live instead of spending so much time in so many ways tryna hide from everything.
...I dunno why the instinct to flee is still so strong after all this time.
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Afterwards, M and I went out to run an errand, then decided to get lunch at his favorite place to eat, to help take the edge off his stress. One of the ladies who runs the place has known us for a very long time now, and she always asks us how we're doing whenever we come in. We told her about the burst pipe, and she told us about a similar thing that happened to her. So... she gets it. She understands. Her empathy doesn't come from an empty, insincere place.
She then gifted us with a random free cookie. Coconut bourbon, I guess:
It had a buttery, nutty flavor to it with not too much sweetness. It was very nice.
The machine to dry the area out is still running, and likely will continue running until tomorrow, when the water damage restoration people come by to rip up the carpet on the entire lower floor of our house. It can't really be helped; the water left behind some hefty stains, and probably a bit of mold, too. And having five cats who all hack up a hairball on a rare occasion... is certainly hard on a carpet. It's probably a little past the time that they should have been replaced, to be honest...
...Still, I'm not sure if we should replace it with another carpet, or... if we should look into maybe putting down some kind of non-carpet flooring; the occasional mess would certainly be much easier to clean up that way, but... it'd be a little harder on my EDS-afflicted feet... so I'm not really sure what to do.
The constant droning noise from the dehumidifier is still rendering my brain into oatmeal, though, and so is the uncertainty of the next steps needed to get this whole mess fully taken care of. So mostly I derped around on the internet with my earphones on, trying to drown out the sound. At some point, the house manager of the house I used to serve called me, and apparently, they're doing an investigation for the incident on my last day, where apparently one of the folks who live in the house was pushed to the ground by one of the other folks who live in the house. I guess they want me to come in on Thursday and say out loud what I already wrote down on the paper, for whatever reason.
I was in the kitchen when it happened, either preparing the food or cleaning up. I don't know when exactly during that time it happened, because the kitchen offers no line of sight to the living room, and it's hard to hear anything over the running water. I don't exactly know what more they want me to tell them.
I breathed life into today's wishes not too long after everything else. Here:
Today's letter is... short. Sheesh. Probably because today has been kinda... empty and weird. I don't much like the weird, but maybe occasional bouts of emptiness aren't so bad. Maybe I can let it be an opportunity to regroup a little...
Once J gets back from his job at the old folks' home, he and I should probably get as much off the floor and out of the way as possible, in preparation for tomorrow morning. I'm not exactly thrilled about the mess I know it's gonna cause, but... I know that if we prepare ahead of time, the next steps will probably be slightly less annoying. And that's worth something, I think.
It's gonna be a bit before he returns home, though, so... do you wanna hang out with me a little bit and play some video games? I dunno exactly what I'll do yet; maybe Dead Cells or Nine Sols, or maybe even Ori and the Blind Forest. What do you think, Sephiroth? Of these, which would you rather see...?
I love you a whole lot. Even on days like today where I feel mushy and nothing really is going on in my head. And you know? I hope you understand that I can still love you on days when your head is also mushy and empty, too; the love I have for you is not contingent upon you being at your best at all times. It does not come with conditions.
I'll write again tomorrow. In the meantime, I'll keep having faith in your safety. I'll keep having faith that you're on your way home.
"I am gonna commit defenestration on you and I'm definitely not going to regret it," Levi warns. In his eyes, he definitely thought he seemed horrifying. But in your eyes, a playful glint can be noticed as he complies into a staredown with you. He grunts silently, yet you can hear it from just how close your frames were.
You stare back at him. He stares back at you.
"Don't you dare," He warns.
Yet you were never the type to listen nor even take the harmless warning he always gives you. The soft spoke couldn't be seen in the naked eye, but it is evident. To you, it's the most obvious. He absolutely adores your antics. Just not this one. Yet. This will become a memory, you both knew that. And he'll learn to become keen, or maybe just a little fond, of the memory.
Summary: All day you had been finding weird objects on your desk, not knowing where they came from. Until one of your classmates, Yashiro, confesses that he put them there.
Request: “Rina: Could you write a cute imagine, based on the Male! Yashiro Nene x shy & short Female! Reader dating headcannons? From the Reader's POV? -Anonymous”
Notes: Here you go! Please stay healthy and take care of yourself! Sorry it’s short.
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The day had started out oddly enough and then had gotten progressively weirder. First, you had walked into class only to find a stack of random vegetables on your desk. There wasn’t even a note or anything. And when you looked around, hoping to find who was responsible, no one seemed to acknowledge it, all continuing with their conversations as if a desk full of vegetables was normal. Since no one else had seemed to pay it any attention, you just ignored it also, tossing them in the trash and proceeding forward with your day.
Random vegetables on their own could be chopped up to some weird prank or an accident. But when you returned from the bathroom during your lunch break, you noticed another weird object on your desk.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a lunchbox, and when you had opened it, there was a stench so foul seeping out from withing it had almost made you gag. You immediately slammed it shut and left to take it to the lost and found. It appeared that someone must have left their lunch at school over a period of a few days, and one of your classmates must have found it and had put it on your desk, assuming it was yours.
The final strange occurrence was when you were packing up your bag to leave when one of the kids who sat next to you, Yashiro, had walked up to you after calling your name. He was nervously fidgeting on both feet. Unable to maintain eye contact for more than a few seconds before adjusting his gaze to look at your shoes before he finally spoke up.
“I was the person leaving strange things on your desk.” He explained, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, catching you by surprise.
So it wasn’t an accident after all? Yashiro was doing it on purpose. It didn’t make sense to you. You both hardly ever spoke to each other, why would he leave weird objects on your desk for you. You were just about to press for more answers when he continued. “I left those things for you because...I like you Y/N.” Yashiro confessed.
Some guy with like a fucking 3 foot long wooden sword got on my bus, and then I saw a guy unicycling down the road ? Like who fucking unicycles places??! I have footage if u wanna see. Unicycling is hard btw.
BUT!! I finished my little zine for my graphics/ illustration class ( it was my top 3 movie soundtracks) that I could post photos of if anyone was interested??!!
