I can finally see that you're right there beside me 2/2
anonymous
July 10 2010, 15:07:21 UTC
No, wishes hadn't brought him here. Time and growth had. Wishes had only been the backdrop, the frame to every moment Japan wasn't there, the lingering wanting curled up inside him. He supposed there was one wish he had, it was to see Japan once again when their time had passed, after Hermes came for them. (Or him, for Japan had his own gods and own mythology, own psychopomps to lead him to the world beyond.) But then, that would deprive Japan of the sunshine and bliss of Elysium, of his own paradise with his own gods. He wouldn't wish for something like that, whatever comfort it would bring him.
(Perhaps his mother and Japan could finally meet in Elyisum, in a place between the paradises in the halls of greatness, reserved for the heroes, the brilliant, the good.)
He reached out and took Japan's hand in his. He stroked his thumb across the back of Japan's hand. Japan didn't tense or draw away. As the white streaks fell, he made a simple wish, just this: another moment with you, another day with you."America-san said you're not
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Re: I can finally see that you're right there beside me 2/2
anonymous
July 10 2010, 16:30:33 UTC
Wow, I really, really like your voice for Greece. It's just a perfect mix of his surface and his substance: of slow, sleepy sensuality, sentimentality, and philosophical musings. <3
Re: I can finally see that you're right there beside me 2/2
anonymous
July 10 2010, 18:58:16 UTC
Seconding the above anon about you getting Greece's voice down perfectly. This entire piece has an engrossing, almost hypnotic tone to it with the right amount of melancholy and hope. Simply beautiful and amazing. ♥
(Incidentally, the concept of Greece as someone who knows that he'll never live up to his mother's heights and is accepting of that fact has been something I've believed for a while now. It's a little scary to see that my headcanon matches with others' so well.)
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No, wishes hadn't brought him here. Time and growth had. Wishes had only been the backdrop, the frame to every moment Japan wasn't there, the lingering wanting curled up inside him. He supposed there was one wish he had, it was to see Japan once again when their time had passed, after Hermes came for them. (Or him, for Japan had his own gods and own mythology, own psychopomps to lead him to the world beyond.) But then, that would deprive Japan of the sunshine and bliss of Elysium, of his own paradise with his own gods. He wouldn't wish for something like that, whatever comfort it would bring him.
(Perhaps his mother and Japan could finally meet in Elyisum, in a place between the paradises in the halls of greatness, reserved for the heroes, the brilliant, the good.)
He reached out and took Japan's hand in his. He stroked his thumb across the back of Japan's hand. Japan didn't tense or draw away. As the white streaks fell, he made a simple wish, just this: another moment with you, another day with you."America-san said you're not ( ... )
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(Incidentally, the concept of Greece as someone who knows that he'll never live up to his mother's heights and is accepting of that fact has been something I've believed for a while now. It's a little scary to see that my headcanon matches with others' so well.)
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