I wanted
the past to go away, I wanted
to leave it, like another country; I wanted
my life to close, and open
like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
where it falls
down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
I wanted
to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know
whoever I was, I was
❛ hey! glad you could make it, man. ‘scuse the mess; we had a last minute brainstorming party in here for some other stuff. — unrelated things, before you get to thinkin’ we’d propose something half-baked. i know how valuable your time is. ❜
TO BE FAIR his office has seen more use these past few months than it has in a long while. spiriting away to space while kiros heads the homefront isn’t an option that’s on the table anymore, too much to be done, said, paid for. he hasn’t been this busy since beginning of his term, but that’s a recollection better left under the welcome mat to worser times. he’s wiped his feet of those years, ground them under heel and walked on.
HE’S ALREADY STANDING behind his desk, a nod of respect as it were, his hands occupied with pen and paper, still gesturing emphatically here and there as though the motions don’t crinkle the outline of a speech he has yet to finish. he opts to beckon to a chair with a tilt of his head over the conventional pleasantries, handshakes and the like. after esthar’s previous arrangement with balamb garden, it seems that period’s long since passed with vertiginous momentum. the smile that uncurls over his face is warm, if politic.
❛ want anything to drink? eat? you might be here a while. it‘d be a real pr nightmare if i let you waste away while i was talking. ❜
Moving on doesn’t mean you forget about things. It just means you have to accept what happened and continue living. —Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
“I take no pleasure in battling what amounts to destroying magicked statues, nor before you add anything more, do I enjoy smashing glass facades of our likenesses. Truly ghoulish even when it is a chore.
I do have to ask if you thinking they are attractive to your eyes because you find a few of us attractive. I thought you might have been staring at a few too long than ought to.”
❛ ha. well, cosmos sure knows how to pick ‘em, i’ll give her that. ‘s not like she picked any eyesores to fight on her behalf, right? is that a coincidence? or could it be that we’re just a souped up harem or something?
❜ ( his shoulders lift lazily, much like the corners of his mouth. ) ❛
who’s to say, man. ❜
HE’S JOKING, OF COURSE, a spot of humor between adults; laguna only hopes kain doesn’t need a wink and a nudge to level with him.
❛ ——but seriously, i just get so confused by ‘em, y’know? like, why replicas of ourselves? and why do they have voices? ‘s real creepy. ❜
“At this rate, Laguna, I will have made more kills than you have.”
❛ oh yeah? man, when you say it like that, a guy’s gotta wonder if you like taking those sorry imitations down. ‘s kinda sad, though — colors aside, those things aren’t half-bad to look at. ❜
