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ultima
Young as she was, a single year still had meaning. It was a quarter of her life lost to this grass, this sky, this blank space. She’d seen it change with every season and felt wildly misplaced, a wheel that didn’t spin like the others did, stuck fast with longing; her only shovel was memory, and it might’ve been that she was a child (and a lost one, at that) or that it took all her energy to keep her emotions from welling over, but she could never dig fast enough to break loose. In ways that hadn’t changed, her feet still mired in heartbreak. Gazing out across the muddy hills and dales, spangled with late dew and stars, she didn’t know what to make of it.
“Everything alright?”
“No,” she said automatically, though the sound preceded the turn of her head by several moments. Her eyes lingered on the meadow, too, before sliding across the night to his face. They narrowed immediately. It might not have been noticeable – it was dark, and besides, the expression wasn’t one of fear or loathing. It was confusion, mixed with simple curiosity. Pleasantries weren’t lost on her; she understood the importance of appearing interested and how it could be used as both a kindness and a polite rebuke. Basic deportment; for Ultima, as thoughtless as breathing. “Thank you.” What troubled her now was that she couldn’t decide which of those he meant, this man who stared down at her, dully, from seemingly miles away.
She cocked her head just so, tassels chiming faintly. In another time – and in another place, and in another frame of mind – she might have been more forward about it.
“Why do you ask?”
“Everything alright?”
“No,” she said automatically, though the sound preceded the turn of her head by several moments. Her eyes lingered on the meadow, too, before sliding across the night to his face. They narrowed immediately. It might not have been noticeable – it was dark, and besides, the expression wasn’t one of fear or loathing. It was confusion, mixed with simple curiosity. Pleasantries weren’t lost on her; she understood the importance of appearing interested and how it could be used as both a kindness and a polite rebuke. Basic deportment; for Ultima, as thoughtless as breathing. “Thank you.” What troubled her now was that she couldn’t decide which of those he meant, this man who stared down at her, dully, from seemingly miles away.
She cocked her head just so, tassels chiming faintly. In another time – and in another place, and in another frame of mind – she might have been more forward about it.
“Why do you ask?”
command me to be well.
@ryouta xoxoxo
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