31_days; May 19
❧ flowers untouched
▶ Tales of Symphonia, Emil/Marta/Ratatosk
"May 19; to murmur name upon name" & G & 185 words
If Marta was a lesser girl, she might have acted differently.
There was Emil, then there was Ratatosk, and then there was her stuck in the middle. Maybe she would have picked flowers and plucked the petals one by one, whispering, "Emil, Ratatosk, Emil, Ratatosk, Emil..." until she was left in the center of a circle of fallen petals and had the last name said as her choice. And maybe, unhappy with the choice, she'd repeat the process again and again until she was happy. Except, of course, she would change her mind then and go back to her plucking, over and over and over.
But Marta was not that kind of girl.
Emil was sleeping quietly, his head in her lap as she played with stray strands of his hair. Ratatosk had been gone for a long time now, behind a door that protected the world and separated her from him forever. Call her selfish, but she wanted both of her tree spirits with her, not just one.
Leaning down and kissing Emil's forehead, Marta whispered, "I loved-love you too, Ratatosk."
Somehow, she was sure he had heard her.
▶ Tales of Symphonia, Emil/Marta/Ratatosk
"May 19; to murmur name upon name" & G & 185 words
If Marta was a lesser girl, she might have acted differently.
There was Emil, then there was Ratatosk, and then there was her stuck in the middle. Maybe she would have picked flowers and plucked the petals one by one, whispering, "Emil, Ratatosk, Emil, Ratatosk, Emil..." until she was left in the center of a circle of fallen petals and had the last name said as her choice. And maybe, unhappy with the choice, she'd repeat the process again and again until she was happy. Except, of course, she would change her mind then and go back to her plucking, over and over and over.
But Marta was not that kind of girl.
Emil was sleeping quietly, his head in her lap as she played with stray strands of his hair. Ratatosk had been gone for a long time now, behind a door that protected the world and separated her from him forever. Call her selfish, but she wanted both of her tree spirits with her, not just one.
Leaning down and kissing Emil's forehead, Marta whispered, "I loved-love you too, Ratatosk."
Somehow, she was sure he had heard her.