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entrancelogs2017-01-18 07:06 pm
jivitadana) wrote in entrancelogs2017-01-18 07:06 pm
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[CLOSED] ▫ 等不到天黑 不敢凋謝的花蕾… ▫
Who: Seta Souji [eatsyourscience] and Arisato Minato [jivitadana]
Where: Sixth Floor, Room 101
When: Wednesday, January 18 evening
Rating: PG at most for conversation
Summary: There's a slight problem with being alive when one's supposed to be dead
The Story:
It wasn't supposed to go this way.
Minato had considered himself fortunate. The past year at home had been the best year, his most memorable and happiest year. He had forged so many unbreakable bonds. He and his friends had accomplished something greater than anything they could have ever imagined. And in the end, he had found the answer to life's greatest question. Not a lot of people could say that. There wasn't much more he could ask for and nothing else that he wanted.
But then again, Wonderland hadn't factored into his life at all then.
But now that it had, it had opened too many new doors. Everything was supposed to come to a complete close. His journey had a distinct start and an even clearer finish, defined by those parameters and within the boundaries of the one-year span in the form of a contract. Those new doors though inevitably led to too many new questions that Minato didn't ever have to consider until now. After that one year, Minato was left with only one responsibility. It was an important responsibility, and he had no intention at all of ever thinking that it wasn't.
He had almost no choice. He did choose to give up his soul and become the Great Seal. He would do it again in a heartbeat. Choosing not to do that would eliminate everything and everyone that made his last year so precious.
The problem now though was that he was alive.
He was alive and could now look back at what he had done, analyze every detail about it, scrutinize all the factors that led up to his decision, replay it in his head. He thought it was intriguing that even though something inside of him, close to his heart, mind and, of course, deep in his soul, told him that looking back wasn't always the best idea, he had to do so now. Did he have much choice?
He was alive. It was like cheating. It wasn't supposed to go this way.
Minato hadn't left his room after the event that left him without his Evoker and had bombarded him with visions out of the past, a life lived through endless war and by the sword. There was no explanation for his absence where there should have been one. He could save the explanation by having it spoken instead. For once. He didn't need it documented on an impersonal electronic device either.
If it had to be documented, it could be scrawled on the one place that he never even dreamed could or would exist: The other sea of the soul.
But not right now.
A slow breath left him as he looked out the window, the snow on the ground, the sky going from clear blue to tinged with orange from the setting sun, his hand holding the curtain open. He had his silver earphones on, his mp3 player going through the tracks at random, but as much as he liked his music, he wasn't really listening. Instead he ended up thinking instead, thinking along the lines of his first day here, that he could actually think, see, hear, breathe, just everything to indicate that he was alive. He had his soul and parts of it restored to him too. He couldn't imagine either what it meant then when his soul needed to be elsewhere.
Being alive too meant that he could dream about it. He could dream about where he was supposed to be right now.
It really wasn't supposed to go this way.
eatsyourscience] and Arisato Minato [jivitadana]Where: Sixth Floor, Room 101
When: Wednesday, January 18 evening
Rating: PG at most for conversation
Summary: There's a slight problem with being alive when one's supposed to be dead
The Story:
It wasn't supposed to go this way.
Minato had considered himself fortunate. The past year at home had been the best year, his most memorable and happiest year. He had forged so many unbreakable bonds. He and his friends had accomplished something greater than anything they could have ever imagined. And in the end, he had found the answer to life's greatest question. Not a lot of people could say that. There wasn't much more he could ask for and nothing else that he wanted.
But then again, Wonderland hadn't factored into his life at all then.
But now that it had, it had opened too many new doors. Everything was supposed to come to a complete close. His journey had a distinct start and an even clearer finish, defined by those parameters and within the boundaries of the one-year span in the form of a contract. Those new doors though inevitably led to too many new questions that Minato didn't ever have to consider until now. After that one year, Minato was left with only one responsibility. It was an important responsibility, and he had no intention at all of ever thinking that it wasn't.
He had almost no choice. He did choose to give up his soul and become the Great Seal. He would do it again in a heartbeat. Choosing not to do that would eliminate everything and everyone that made his last year so precious.
The problem now though was that he was alive.
He was alive and could now look back at what he had done, analyze every detail about it, scrutinize all the factors that led up to his decision, replay it in his head. He thought it was intriguing that even though something inside of him, close to his heart, mind and, of course, deep in his soul, told him that looking back wasn't always the best idea, he had to do so now. Did he have much choice?
He was alive. It was like cheating. It wasn't supposed to go this way.
Minato hadn't left his room after the event that left him without his Evoker and had bombarded him with visions out of the past, a life lived through endless war and by the sword. There was no explanation for his absence where there should have been one. He could save the explanation by having it spoken instead. For once. He didn't need it documented on an impersonal electronic device either.
If it had to be documented, it could be scrawled on the one place that he never even dreamed could or would exist: The other sea of the soul.
But not right now.
A slow breath left him as he looked out the window, the snow on the ground, the sky going from clear blue to tinged with orange from the setting sun, his hand holding the curtain open. He had his silver earphones on, his mp3 player going through the tracks at random, but as much as he liked his music, he wasn't really listening. Instead he ended up thinking instead, thinking along the lines of his first day here, that he could actually think, see, hear, breathe, just everything to indicate that he was alive. He had his soul and parts of it restored to him too. He couldn't imagine either what it meant then when his soul needed to be elsewhere.
Being alive too meant that he could dream about it. He could dream about where he was supposed to be right now.
It really wasn't supposed to go this way.
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Minato scooted even closer to Souji now, his voice nothing more than a whisper.
"I'll be waiting for you. I believe in you and trust you with everything that I am."
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"I won't make you wait long."
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"But what if I want croquettes?"
He'd have to wait for those for sure.
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"Tomorrow?"
He could wait that long. Right now, he was happy where he was.
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"Heart-shaped ones. Cat-shaped ones. And as big as... the moon? And as many as there are stars."
He was teasing, but he knew Souji knew that too. He knew that Souji knew him so well.
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Minato then cuddled closer if he could.
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"It's not just you."
He wanted to be close as well.
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"Prove it."
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