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@yinseal
welcome! this is a private, highly canon divergent roleplay blog for sakura haruno. loved by kim. please note sakura’s default verse and interactions are in reference to her fullmetal alchemist canon.
conduct. / dossier. / verses. / more +.
HMMM. tempted to remake.
kicks leg up i'm no longer on sakura but i'm thinking of restarting my jinx from arcane blog so if u are interested ... :)
people calling each other romantic petnames sarcastically at first but gradually developing into genuine heartfelt affection as the story (and their relationship) progresses is potentially lethal to likes of lovey dovey bitches such as me
sakura comission
yinseal.
the bright morning sky clears the fog from her brain / provides a startling breath of fresh air into the whirlwind of the past twenty-four hours. maybe she ought to be concerned with how fast they’ve gone / how quickly everything seems decided, but this is the most right she’s felt in months; the last time she felt even moderately balanced was before she had left, and now there’s no axe above her head waiting to fall. they’re together, and maybe the road ahead is bumpy, but it’s theirs, and she’s where she wants to be.
❝ he was really mad at me. ❞ she says, almost at random; wishes he’d take his hand off the wheel / just one, and hold her own contrarily, she’s very glad he’s giving his all to steering, what with this car’s propensity to go absolutely rogue. ❝ ling. he messaged me the night i left and … i mean, he wasn’t mean. he was nicer than i deserved. but he said you didn’t deserve what i did. ❞ silence. she pulls at the ragged edge of her cuticle, tearing at it until the pain starts to spread down to her fingertip. ❝ he was right. ❞
there’s so much more to say and more than enough time to say it; god knows she’ll be quick to put her head on the block of grief and guilt when the time comes. instead, she rolls her shoulders back / head turned on the seat to smile at greed as he coaxes his first love through the maze of traffic. ( fortune 500 couldn’t hope to do what he did. )
❝ if we stop for mcdonalds, we can head him off long enough to explain what happened. ❞
a furrow forms between his brows. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, as if an answer might slide out, rather than drag from his throat like a tendril of thorns. ❝ look, ❞ he begins softly. ❝ you can’t ━ we can’t ━ dwell on the past forever, okay? maybe i didn’t deserve it, but the point is … ❞ he readjusts his grip on the steering wheel, sparing sakura a glance out of the corner of his eyes. ❝ the point is you weren’t trying to hurt me. or anybody. ling knows that. ❞
her suggestion draws his attention to the golden arches looming ahead. as if reminding him that it does still exist ( and yes, it still needs sustenance ) his stomach lets out a low grumble. ❝ perfect ploy. bribery works on that kid every time. ❞
greed flips on the blinker, exiting to the right as morning traffic continues its dizzying pace down the highway.
❝ if it makes you feel better, he was pretty hard on me, too, ❞ he continues, watchful eye taking in the slow shuffle of traffic through the sparsely populated part of town. he pulls into the drive-thru, almost wincing at the loud idle of his car as they wait for the person ahead to finish their order.
❝ told me if i didn’t get a haircut, he was going to buzz it all off in my sleep. ❞ he turns to sakura, raising one eyebrow. ❝ talk about traumatizing. ❞
she smiles, and it's a real smile, thank god - tinged at the corners with grief / guilt, burrowing down deep in her stomach until she feels like throwing up. relieved, because at least greed had ling; ling who, for all the grift and sibling like squabbles, knew greed better than most / was more perceptive at most. sometimes, she can't help but wonder if ling's cheerful disposition is but a front for something more calculating / more knowing, and she's not sure if that's a comfort or a fear. still - at least his love was genuine, and she's grateful.
❝ did you ... i mean, did you go out at all? ❞ they pull up another foot, and she reaches discreetly / automatically for her card, still used to the habit of fighting to pay for meals ( the trick, as she learned, was to slap her card across the window before greed had a chance to grab his wallet, using additional force if necessary. ) ❝ it doesn't sound like you were ... really caring for yourself. ❞
they're next in line; she doesn't even focus on what she orders / could have asked for uranium for all she knows. there's the slapdash fight for who pays, but she's still squirmy in her seat, fingers pulling at her nails and tearing at the skin around her cuticles.
❝ it's just - we're both so smart! ❞ she's holding one of the bags, now, twisting and pulling on the paper until it starts to tear. ❝ and we could have saved all this time, and pain, and i just - i just want to erase the last six months and go back to how we were, only with the actual guts to tell the truth! and i'm scared in six months or a year or whatever you'll decide you can't forgive me, or we decide it can't work because we fucked it up once already, and it's just - i love you! and it scares me! and i keep waiting for you to tell me to get lost! ❞
i'm still here and plan to be active - i'm fighting tooth and nail at work to find support for palestine in the midst of the ongoing genocide. hoping everyone is staying safe and doing okay.
EVERYONE WISH @avadite A HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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the movement is so familiar, so absurdly close to routine, that she does not blink - automatic / one hand gripping tighter on the door ( the car has a tendency to protest heavily on right turns ) another braced slightly on the dashboard ( the airbag always threatens sudden movement when it senses the occupants are too relaxed. ) they could be a year earlier / just seven months, really; he could be explaining how oil paint had a superior texture to acrylic, and she'd be fiddling with the radio / sound up on whatever could drown out the sounds of metal fighting for its life around them.
❝ yeah, ❞ she says, because he's right / because they will: they'll ruminate on things for a while yet / struggle how to feel normal when she's yanked the rug out from under him, and waltzed right back like it wasn't half a year. ❝ but you - you were taking care of yourself, right? ❞
she knows he wasn't. knows that he's skinnier than before / dark circles under his eyes that speak to lack of sleep. knows he got a kitten named blossom to keep him company, because ( the unspoken / the obvious ) he was lonely. her stomach twists; she hates herself for that.
❝ you always just seemed ... ❞ they inch up in line / just one car ahead of them, and this isn't the place to keep the bruise tender, but she just can't stop. ❝ i mean, we both blurred the lines. i know we didn't really act, like, casual. but you were always the first to agree we were casual. i thought, maybe - ❞ she squirms, warm under the heat of her own interrogation. ❝ maybe you wanted casual and i was just misreading everything else. ❞
the movement is so familiar, so absurdly close to routine, that she does not blink - automatic / one hand gripping tighter on the door ( the car has a tendency to protest heavily on right turns ) another braced slightly on the dashboard ( the airbag always threatens sudden movement when it senses the occupants are too relaxed. ) they could be a year earlier / just seven months, really; he could be explaining how oil paint had a superior texture to acrylic, and she'd be fiddling with the radio / sound up on whatever could drown out the sounds of metal fighting for its life around them.
❝ yeah, ❞ she says, because he's right / because they will: they'll ruminate on things for a while yet / struggle how to feel normal when she's yanked the rug out from under him, and waltzed right back like it wasn't half a year. ❝ but you - you were taking care of yourself, right? ❞
she knows he wasn't. knows that he's skinnier than before / dark circles under his eyes that speak to lack of sleep. knows he got a kitten named blossom to keep him company, because ( the unspoken / the obvious ) he was lonely. her stomach twists; she hates herself for that.
❝ you always just seemed ... ❞ they inch up in line / just one car ahead of them, and this isn't the place to keep the bruise tender, but she just can't stop. ❝ i mean, we both blurred the lines. i know we didn't really act, like, casual. but you were always the first to agree we were casual. i thought, maybe - ❞ she squirms, warm under the heat of her own interrogation. ❝ maybe you wanted casual and i was just misreading everything else. ❞
a compliment is given in kind and it almost catches up to azif, tempting to creep up the iridescent sheen of her skin and tint it in shades of red ⸺ it is the color of her celestial lord, after all. but it does not, stopped by a glaring question that makes her stop herself. unable to contain the wonder within, azif blurts out, “ what is a bubblegum?”
❝ it's ... erm ... ❞ flummoxed, brow furrowed / hands fluttering uselessly as if to pluck the word from empty air and make it tangible. ❝ it's like ... it's a chewy candy? and it's usually quite bright. ❞ there's nothing quite natural about the colour, is there? she can't point to hues of sunlight / forests filled with shades, and find her match. defeated, she adds: ❝ i suppose people are saying i stick out. ❞
timeskip sakura ⁉️
the words come, half cautious and halting / picking across the minefield of coulds and shoulds and maybe. her stomach rolls - nerves, because it's too early for anything else ( but oh god, that's due in time if they stick to the course, and somewhere in that panic, she notes that greed is talking with an animation on keeping it. )
there's something festering there, a grief / a grievance. she pokes at it like a bruise, knowing she won't like the answer she'll find / knows it's not rational, not fully. she had to bear the burden of greed leaving once, and she'll have to bear the burden now. her career, and her studies, and her body, on the chopping block, while greed gets everything he wants ( and is that fair to say? can she blame herself for thinking he wants a broodmare? )
❝ you want to keep it. ❞ there's no ice to it, no rage; just quiet / flat, the stillness of a pond after the ripples have vanished. she's pulled her legs up to her chest, tucked her chin against her knees and looks ahead at the room before them without noting a thing; her heart is thudding too loudly in her chest to hear anything else. ❝ you want to have a baby. ❞
she doesn't let herself think of what she wants - isn't entirely sure she could identify it at gunpoint. babies and a family are for later / some ideal time when she had the chance to prove herself to the world, settle into a family without any scars marring the surface. babies are planned, and prepared for, baggage firmly stowed away and dealt with, everything in the proper place. they've made this mess together, and there's love at least in the mix, but love wasn't enough to keep them going ( it wasn't enough before. ) she could almost hate him for the wrenches he kept tossing in her plans / knows it's so much more and so much less than that.
❝ what if we decide not to keep it? ❞
riza finds herself listening carefully, unintentionally picking up clues and context clues of what motherhood could be like from other people's experiences. unlike the elric brothers with their own mother, riza's mother had passed away long before she was old enough to retain any memories whatsoever leaving her identity, manners and all idiosyncrasies inherent to being an individual person a complete mystery. she knows the woman must have existed because she exists and because her father remembered her, there is a tangible connection to her in her blood relation to their current ruling führer. but there is so much more to a person than just existing. riza almost feels guilty for not knowing or remembering anything about her mother although knowing logically this is not her fault.
still, she intentionally takes in her friend's experience with her own mother. if anything to learn more about sakura, even though the medic has never been particularly secretive about her life. there is a sense of comfort in knowing sakura grew up being loved by her parents, regardless of the mistakes they may have made. it is inevitable, she thinks, as it's only human to make mistakes. it's a small comfort for riza to consider she may have been loved too. in spite of her father's flaws and missteps, he loved her.
“ it makes sense, knowing how scary the world can be, that she would want to keep her baby safe. ” she muses quietly, in agreement. the lieutenant is most captivated by the sheer elation emanating from sakura's features as they grow warm and bright with the thought of her daughter, ava. riza has only seen the little girl from afar but still knows she's precious. having sakura mention it, riza realizes she has never even heard a baby laugh before. the thought alone is so sweet, her heart feels like it's melting in her chest. “ would it be okay if i asked you things? i... don't even know exactly what, but there is so much i need to learn. i've never handled children before or been much around them, to be honest. ”
she thinks motherhood is grief and gladness, twisted up and twined together until the knots are all the fabric of the making. how to say: you know your child will hurt and break ( human nature, after all ) and you would do anything to spare them of it / knows it's the best lesson they could have. knows: for as far as you have gone, your child will go further still. each step forward / a continuation of all the mothers who have broken and bled for their babies.
there's no magic to it; for certain, there's very little glamour. hard days and nights, messes and grabby hands that haven't yet learned the world is not quite hers. some evenings, she falls exhausted into bed without realizing she's supine. still: she wouldn't trade it. the clinic is her life's ambition, the very height of her achievement, and yet - if ava needed it, she thinks ( she knows ) she'd surrender it in a heartbeat.
still, the imagery of motherhood was a moot point by now - her already established in the role, riza on the cusp. if anything, thoughts of her own mother flee immediately upon the polite request ( ever the woman of manners / better suited to a diplomatic role than that of a soldier. ) sakura beams, nearly upending her cup of tea as she claps her hands together in an expression of delight - a gesture her own daughter was fond of conveying.
❝ riza! of course you can - you know i'm honoured to help any way you need me! ❞ she doesn't cry, but it's close; her eyes shine despite herself, and she has no conjunctions about cupping her chin in her hands, friend and confidante and doctor all mixed together. ❝ everyone is nervous at first. you'll surprise yourself, how naturally so much of it will come. ❞
when victor hugo said “to love another person is to see the face of god” and herman melville said “let me look into a human eye; it is better than to gaze into sea or sky; better than to gaze upon god” and dave malloy said “when we fall in love we wake up; and we are a god and angels weep” and tolstoy said “everything i understand, i understand only because i love. everything is, everything exists, only because i love. everything is connected only by that. love is god”
@yinseal / starter call
“ your hair! ” there's an audible gasp immediately after followed by hands covering her mouth apologetically. “ohmygod. i'm so sorry, your hair is really pretty. ”
that placid blink / charged into quick self awareness, hand rising halfway to tug on a lock ( what a strange feeling, to suddenly consider oneself so immediately! ) ❝ oh! thank you! it's not - everyone keeps calling me bubblegum. ❞ stop it: spilling your guts to a stranger / have you lost your mind? ❝ but your hair! it looks like starlight! ❞
