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bonnefoisAugust 18: Spring letters and spring tears - Maria-sama ga Miteru - Sei, some Sei/Shiori - life is
[I’m going on sketchy details here, many apologies, and, spoilers?]
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In springtime there is always sakura blossoms, hymns sung to the Virgin Mary, protect us o, pure mother of God, watch over us with your guiding love.
In springtime Sei smiles, she isn’t alone, but it feels as if it is so. Her mind sometimes recedes to places in memoriam in winter, much longer ago but it stays with her, unending.
She causes mischief, assorted trouble. Flirting with Sachiko’s cute little soeur, a few words or ‘helping hands’ to the others. Perhaps she just like sharing what she feels to others, but it’s a vengeance of the scorned, she just wants them to go through her troubles, that’s all.
She sends letters to Shiori still, month after month they go on being unanswered. She wonders if Shiori can define the faint smell of salt clinging to the letters.
Life is, Shiori had said. It is hard, and you cannot cling to someone else for comfort. You cannot live solely for someone else, you must learn to live alone.
Sei can’t remember the words she said, they were harsh, bitter, gorging like a wound animal bent on retribution. It is better that she does not, for then there would be guilt to add to the hurt.
Life is more than this, Sei. That was what she had said before leaving Sei alone in the silent Sanctuary, tears didn’t flow then, but later they would, until she couldn’t cry anymore.
Abandonment, breaking, lonliness, heartache. Winter. That is what she associates with that memory.
She quickly buries it before it overcomes her, nothing good can come of Rosa Gigantea falling, so she smiles and goes on.
She still loves Shiori. It is a simple statement, she’s never said it. Only thought it.
Everyone has a weakness, hers is to continue to love Shiori, just a foolish dream she can’t quite let go of.
White clouds sail across the sky, making shapes form from incoherence.
Hearts, ships, animals, sometimes she swears she sees Shiori’s face, hidden between pillars and trees for shade and foundation.
A slight smile, and she turns.
It’s just an illusion.
[I’m going on sketchy details here, many apologies, and, spoilers?]
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In springtime there is always sakura blossoms, hymns sung to the Virgin Mary, protect us o, pure mother of God, watch over us with your guiding love.
In springtime Sei smiles, she isn’t alone, but it feels as if it is so. Her mind sometimes recedes to places in memoriam in winter, much longer ago but it stays with her, unending.
She causes mischief, assorted trouble. Flirting with Sachiko’s cute little soeur, a few words or ‘helping hands’ to the others. Perhaps she just like sharing what she feels to others, but it’s a vengeance of the scorned, she just wants them to go through her troubles, that’s all.
She sends letters to Shiori still, month after month they go on being unanswered. She wonders if Shiori can define the faint smell of salt clinging to the letters.
Life is, Shiori had said. It is hard, and you cannot cling to someone else for comfort. You cannot live solely for someone else, you must learn to live alone.
Sei can’t remember the words she said, they were harsh, bitter, gorging like a wound animal bent on retribution. It is better that she does not, for then there would be guilt to add to the hurt.
Life is more than this, Sei. That was what she had said before leaving Sei alone in the silent Sanctuary, tears didn’t flow then, but later they would, until she couldn’t cry anymore.
Abandonment, breaking, lonliness, heartache. Winter. That is what she associates with that memory.
She quickly buries it before it overcomes her, nothing good can come of Rosa Gigantea falling, so she smiles and goes on.
She still loves Shiori. It is a simple statement, she’s never said it. Only thought it.
Everyone has a weakness, hers is to continue to love Shiori, just a foolish dream she can’t quite let go of.
White clouds sail across the sky, making shapes form from incoherence.
Hearts, ships, animals, sometimes she swears she sees Shiori’s face, hidden between pillars and trees for shade and foundation.
A slight smile, and she turns.
It’s just an illusion.
