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Beatrice "Bibi" Reden ([personal profile] jarcrash) wrote2024-03-03 11:47 pm
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[personal profile] sorathvau 2024-03-11 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
I’m sure there are some don’t feel that way.

[The memories are all beyond his reach, but the feelings linger: love is tied to pain.]

Do you consider yourself a lucky person, Mio?
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[personal profile] moonblades 2024-03-11 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[This, too, is something she hesitates to answer at first. So many things over her ten terms have been cruel to the point of misfortune, all the orchestrations of an unending war that benefits none of the people fighting it. Even being brought here, spirited away from the one moment she might purposefully change the course of her life, is downright unlucky.

But even inside all that, the people she's met, the things she could see, the feelings that have grown in her heart... Where would she be without them? Her hand clenches into a loose fist right above the crystal in her chest.
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... Yeah. I do.
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[personal profile] sorathvau 2024-03-11 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[He watches her hand clench, only able to wonder about the feelings behind it.

With such determination, though, it doubly confirms her answer.]


Then you may be spared the heartache.
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[personal profile] moonblades 2024-03-12 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't expect that sentiment or how kind of it seems, especially not on the heels of admitting that she thinks she's lucky despite all she's encountered. Mio's golden eyes widen and blink, and it takes her a moment to refind her voice. Will she truly understand love by the end of all of this? Will it hurt more top have it or to lose it? Finally, she speaks again.

Well, what about you?
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[personal profile] sorathvau 2024-03-12 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
Love…

[Is something he’s felt. In all his life, he thought he never would; that he’d be destined to be alone, that love would be something beyond his reach.

But those people he loved…where are they now? There’s a hole, but even without explanation the result is still there: they’re gone.

Beelzebub’s face twists into a smile.]


…Is not something I’m meant for.