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Hello friends it's been a while since I posted something ~ original ~ so have this rant writing i made in the midst of an existential crisis. Valeria POV btw.
The fragmented mirror shows her what she already knows. Broken pieces of herself scattered in a seemingly-tidy frame. A neat wrapping for her broken little pieces she can’t pick up and fix. What is the purpose of fixing such a broken mirror? It will never be the same again. It won’t show the same clear reflection again even if it was fixed. It’s permanently broken and it will never live up to its true purpose.
The tiara on her head feels heavier than ever. It’s a beautiful piece of jewelry, made to be lightweight and dainty, but right now it carries the weight of the world. She isn’t strong enough to carry the world or to carry the weight of the blood spilled by and on it. The beauty of it mocks her as she looks into the broken mirror. Nothing she does will ever justify her crown, her position, or the amount of respect she has simply by existing. Nothing about it was ever fair.
Magic swirls in her body, as warm as ever. It pulses inside her, ready to take on her command. Its loyalty is unwarranted, after everything. She gave it away, why would it still obey her? Why would it still warm her body? Why would it still heal her wounds? She will be the first to admit that she is nothing without her magic. It sticks to her blood, warm and steady and loyal, but she doesn’t deserve anything like that. Nothing she does will ever be enough to repay the things her magic has done for her. It’d kill and die for her, and she doesn’t deserve that kind of devotion from anyone or anything as strong as what’s in her blood.
Light gray eyes stare back at her, remorseful and confused. What is she, beyond a vessel for expectations and hopes of everyone around her? Is she nothing else beyond that? Does she have any greater purpose other than serving her kingdom?
It’s hard to say.
Perhaps it’s better to keep that thought to herself for now.
in paris you gotta sleep with one eye open
my Teenage mutant ninja turtles and friends!
I love me a good fic that draws serious feels out of me, and this one? Fuuuuu--this is exactly why I don’t read unfinished fics. *sob*
I woke up in such a great mood just because BANG YONGGUK CAME BACK IM SCREAMING AKNDKDNDKSBSKDNDKDNDKB
this fic will never see the light of day but ah. casey jones thoughts
look okay i was sad and i can’t write angst but damn you can and you nailed it you ripped my heart out and river dance stomped it to death. I loved every minute. i regret nothing
Reset?
Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Relationship: 707/Luciel Choi/Saeyoung Choi x MC, (Implied other pairings)
Characters: 707/Luciel Choi/Saeyoung Choi, Yoosung Kim, Zen/Hyun Ryu, Jumin Han MC, Unknown/Saeran Choi, Jaehee Kang
Additional Tags: 707 reset hallucinations, Angst cause why not, what's going on? you tell me
Notes: Blame @joy1579 for this
Saeyoung didn't know when it started, but it persisted. The hallucinations. The nightmares. Waking up without MC in his arms then suddenly feeling her hair tickle his neck.
It happened without warning. Watching MC kiss Jumin at the Christmas party only to blink, finding his hand casually held in her own. Blinking again for his ears to pick up her chatter about decorations instead of whispered sweet nothings and giggles under the mistletoe.
MC playing with Zen's hair in the shade of a tree. Matching sets of adoring eyes meeting then darting away at Yoosung's graduation. All this to wake up or blink or yawn and see her beside him, sense her hand idly tracing the lines of his palm, and feel shame in his veins. Shame for the jealousy her felt towards his closest friends. Shame for MC's constant reassurances that he is more than enough and not believing it himself. Shame for being unable to stop what was happening to him.
The next "reset" happened at a coffee shop where he swore Jaehee was the cashier.
Another reset, playfully dodging Zen's kisses as she booked his next audition.
Reset. An extravagant wedding. Jumin standing tall at the alter, sweeping MC into a kiss.
Reset. MC broadcasting live with his brother. Their hands clasped firmly in defiance.
MC and V... STOP!
Reset.
Reset.
Tripping down the stairs of Rika's apartment building. Chasing her. Watching her leave. Knowing this wasn't the first time.
Reset.
She pulled out her phone and opened the door, "I'll be back. I just need to save him!"
Reset.
"It's the last time. She needs my help, if not for herself then for Yoosung."
RESET.
RESET.
"Saeyoung! Are you okay?"
She hovered over him, holding onto his shoulders tightly.
Saeyoung reached up and pushed back her bangs. Tiredly searching for answers in her hazel eyes, "Please don't leave me again."
Her gaze softened, "I never left."
Saeyoung blinks. The warmth of her hand is gone. She's gone.
Reset.