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phantasmalrift2018-04-02 08:48 pm
shiritai) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-04-02 08:48 pm
♩ gentle and warm as the light
Who: Violet and you!
What: Violet decides to step up and take a shot at cooking. She has... decidedly mixed results.
When: March 26th, early afternoon and night
Where: The kitchen (afternoon) and the viewing deck (night)
Warnings: Terrible violence comitted upon the concept of a scrambled egg.
[ So if you go down tothe woods the kitchen today, you might be in for a bit of a surprise. You'll find one (1) Violet Evergarden hard at work at one of the counters with a recipe book cracked open and... just some eggs? Well, if she's starting simple, eggs are a good place to jump off from. How wrong can you go with eggs?
Very wrong, it turns out.
Maybe you'll find her utterly failing at cracking eggs into the bowl. It's a bit of a crapshoot whether she ends up with egg all over the counter or actually gets it into the bowl, but either way it ends with her having a mixture composed of roughly 60% egg and 40% shell. Or maybe you'll find her pouring that mixture into a bowl and... doesn't that look like way, way too much egg for one girl?
Or maybe you'll just see Violet examining the sorry results of her work once she's done. It looks sort of like a badly mutilated omlette but it's so huge she's had to spread it across two plates. One side is burned to a crisp, one looks slightly soggy and undercooked and the whole thing just looks like a slightly greyish yellow hunk of rubber. Violet stares down at it pensively for a long moment before carefully picking up both plates and making her way straight to the trashcan. Atta girl, Violet.
That night, if you happen to be the sort of weirdo who lurks around on the viewing deck after dark, you'll find you've got company. Violet's there, settled on one of the seats with the duvet from her bed wrapped around her nice and snug, to stave off the worst of the sea breeze. She's got her eyes up to the roof, where the night sky would be, if it wasn't for the absolutely torrential rain pouring down and obscuring much of anything. She looks a little bit disappointed (or as disappointed as Violet ever looks, anyway) but she's sat there gazing up diligently at the roof anyway. Very odd. ]
What: Violet decides to step up and take a shot at cooking. She has... decidedly mixed results.
When: March 26th, early afternoon and night
Where: The kitchen (afternoon) and the viewing deck (night)
Warnings: Terrible violence comitted upon the concept of a scrambled egg.
[ So if you go down to
Very wrong, it turns out.
Maybe you'll find her utterly failing at cracking eggs into the bowl. It's a bit of a crapshoot whether she ends up with egg all over the counter or actually gets it into the bowl, but either way it ends with her having a mixture composed of roughly 60% egg and 40% shell. Or maybe you'll find her pouring that mixture into a bowl and... doesn't that look like way, way too much egg for one girl?
Or maybe you'll just see Violet examining the sorry results of her work once she's done. It looks sort of like a badly mutilated omlette but it's so huge she's had to spread it across two plates. One side is burned to a crisp, one looks slightly soggy and undercooked and the whole thing just looks like a slightly greyish yellow hunk of rubber. Violet stares down at it pensively for a long moment before carefully picking up both plates and making her way straight to the trashcan. Atta girl, Violet.
That night, if you happen to be the sort of weirdo who lurks around on the viewing deck after dark, you'll find you've got company. Violet's there, settled on one of the seats with the duvet from her bed wrapped around her nice and snug, to stave off the worst of the sea breeze. She's got her eyes up to the roof, where the night sky would be, if it wasn't for the absolutely torrential rain pouring down and obscuring much of anything. She looks a little bit disappointed (or as disappointed as Violet ever looks, anyway) but she's sat there gazing up diligently at the roof anyway. Very odd. ]
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[ How can you live for something, if it's just as worth dying for? But that had been the Major's final order to her, hadn't it? That she should live and be free. Live, he had implored before giving her that wounded, bloodstained smile, before saying I love you, and Violet had only been able to respond then as she does now. ]
I don't understand. I still... don't understand.
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[That, he knows all too well.]
And in that regard, I'm afraid love is among the worst offenders.
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[ Like Iris, proud and boisterous, but reduced to tears of pain and frustration by the wrong words. Like Luculia, who could smile and brighten any room with her kindness, except the dark and dingy one she and her brother shared.
And Violet thinks, that for as delicate as people's hearts might be, how much easier it seems for everyone else to be able to understand each other. Even through all the lies and contradictions. She feels a twist of something hot and poisonous in her chest that dissipates after a moment -- a feeling that Violet doesn't yet know to recognize as envy. ]
But there is still so, so much I've yet to learn. Perhaps... being here, with so many new people, will help me accomplish that.
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[He smiles, faintly.]
You're not alone on your journey. It is perhaps not the same for all people, but I think many of us are still searching for the meaning of love that fits best within our hearts.
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[ Her gaze might be on the sky above, but her eyes are distant, like she's seeing somewhere much, much further away.
"I love you."
The last words the Major had left her with, important enough to trump even his order to live. She didn't understand then and she doesn't understand now, but for so long, she'd thought she was the only one. But the way Izunia talks and the way he makes it sound... ]
Is everyone trying to understand what "I love you" means?
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[How to find forgiveness for hurting the people you love, and how to forgive them for hurting you.
Love, love, always love.]
I hope you can find the answer that suits you.