summary: Albedo and you love each other, but does that make you lovers?
"Do you remember when you asked me if I loved someone?"
Albedo looks up from the book in his hands. In one of the rare moments when he visited Mondstadt, he decided to take a break in the library. And while he had picked up a book to read, you went through the collection of photos you had taken over the past few weeks.
"If I recall correctly, you asked me if I believed love to be something logical or not moments prior to that."
The blonde places the book open on the table with the pages facing down. He then crosses his legs and gives you a curious look.
"Details, details. What matters," you point your finger to him, "is that you never asked me to be your lover."
Albedo blinks once, then another time, and then finally his eyebrows furrow together. "I see. Are you saying you see us as friends despite your feelings for me and mine for you?"
When he states it so bluntly, it does sound silly.
"No." You cross your arms. "But it would be nice if we had a story, or at least a date, to share when people ask us how we got together."
Your maybe-but-not-quite-yet boyfriend doesn't seem to get it. He crosses his arms and seems to think for a moment. "So one has to ask someone to become lovers, even after confessing their feelings?"
You avert your gaze, the book spread open on the table suddenly becoming a lot more interesting. "Okay, okay. It sounds stupid, I know."
A puff of air escapes your lips and you feel frustrated despite your should-be happy moment.
A gloved hand gently takes hold of yours on the table, and snaps you away from your loud thoughts. His thumb grazes over your knuckles in a soothing motion.
When you look up, a set of turquoise eyes falls falls onto yours.
"Would you be my lover, y/n?"
Albedo’s voice is steady and warm, as he says those words. It grounds you, and all the insecurity from before seems to dissipate.
If there is anything you can rely on, it's Albedo.
So you nod.
He squeezes your hand once, a gentle reminder that you never needed to doubt the feelings between you two in the first place.
The tiresome, ongoing discussion about the H50 series final
When do fandom people finally learn not to project their own worries and sorrows onto Steve and Danny? Don’t write from a personal POV write from Steve’s or Danny’s POV. Be in their character and nowhere else! Seriously, this is something that makes me want to punch a wall.
I squirm when I read conclusions of the series final painted with anger where the author of the post only took offense at how the show ended. They don’t even take the time to go into a character study. They just vent. I don’t get it! This is a vital point in most of the summaries I read. So often, fandom people only see their perspective, how they would deal with the situation where Steve leaves to find peace! I only read how they would act, how they would want to see a different ending based on their own experience in life. But guess what? It’s not about them! It’s about Steve and Danny!
Learn to be more specific, to be more at the pulse point of the character’s complex psyche and their patterns that have shaped the person they are now. Practically little to none of the metas, summaries, and musing I read about the series final is from Steve’s or Danny’s POV. They don’t see the characters. They don’t take their time to analyze what is really going on. The authors of those posts that are floating around on Tumblr only accuse, vent, let everyone know how mad they are. They shit on everything the showrunners and the show writers created. I still don’t get it how someone can’t distinguish canon from fanfiction. I get it that the ending wasn’t satisfying for the major part of the fandom. I respect that! But if fandom people have to shit on the show’s ending, shit from the right angle and with the right, accurate background. Not just because it makes them feel good. That’s cheap, implausible and Steve and Danny have deserved way more than that. Begin to think in bigger, more interesting circles than just this tiny place where ranting about the same thing about what happened seems to have become a sport in the H50 fandom. It’s getting old. Please and thank you.
It rings and rings. Finally his Uncle Dougal answers, a bit breathless. “This best be life or death important nephew!” He swallows hard. It isn't yet dark. He dinna think..
“Ah sorry for ahh interrupting. It is Claire. She..” he hears a rustling and the phone is handed off to Geillis.
“What is wrong with her?”
“That is just it Geillis, I don’t know. We were having tea and talking. She wasn’t perfectly relaxed but better. We talked of university and I told her my field of study. She reacted quite intensively. Is verra unhappy with you. Stormed into her room with a slamming door. It would have been nice to know I was moving in with a lass who despises therapist!”
“Not therapist, well not all therapist. Just one but..”
“I need some idea of what I am dealing with here.” He pleads. He doesn’t wish Gel to break her friend's confidence but..
He hears a deep sigh on the other end. “Alright. She had a bad relationship. Real bad. I think there is more she hasn't shared. Her last therapist was amadan. Told her to just get back on the horse. No way she was able to start dating again. She quit. I couldn’t convince her all therapists are not alike. Are lads are not alike. She is hurting badly. I dinna ken how to reach her..”
“So you sent me here to…”
“Be a trustworthy man. Already taken sae nae threat. Just someone to help her get used to the opposite sex again. I imagine she thinks it more.”
“Oh aye. She wished you straight to hell.” He doesn't hear her come out. Until she is at his side. She is quick, jerking the phone out of his hand beforr he has a chance to react.
“Damn right I did! You had no right! What did you tell him? How could you..” She throws the phone back to him and slams back into her room. He lifts the phone back up to his ear. They are both silent for a moment.
“Shit! I truly didn’t mean.”
“What now Gel?”
“Let her be. I will come by tomorrow. Try to explain.” He agrees and rings off. Now what?
