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when speaking about satoru, you have to stifle the grin that threatens to make itself known. many think he's a handful, affectionately scoffing at your poorly concealed lovesick gaze when you mention him as if they could never imagine coming home to his antics at the end of a long day.
honestly, you're grateful for that.
the satoru you know, the satoru you love to know, isn't half as obnoxious as he attempts to be outside your four walls; no, he's gentle, quiet even. gentle in the way his hands graze your skin as you would if you were feeling the petals of a delicate flower. he's quiet first thing in the morning and last thing at night especially, dozy and soft as he reaches for you with one hand and his mug with the other, preparing his morning coffee or herbal tea before bed. he's also attentive, careful. but that spans his entire being, always observing and acting carefully whether that's on missions paired with snarky quips and remarks or at home, as he hands you his half-drunken mug of tea he's seen you eye up for the last half hour with an affectionate roll of his eyes.
he's not a completely different person, you've never been exempt from his teasing. but his words are delivered with little grins and sweet gazes, calling you out on your bed hair whilst brushing some of the strands carefully, eyes fond as he presses a kiss to your temple as you dozily lean against him.
his attentiveness is his own worst enemy he realises. the front he puts on is carefully constructed, a window that allows him to be seen without anyone getting too close. after all, being the strongest draws in the strongest enemies, the strongest hardships. he'd always thought it'd be irresponsible, unethical even, to fall in love. for someone like him whose top priority has to be the world, how could he ever prioritise just one? even so, the start of your relationship wasn't as turbulent as some would expect, you'd both argue it was the most natural progression you'd ever seen. you were bright in a way he hadn't encountered before, subdued but always there, shining slow and steady like a star. he'd once rather poetically voiced the sentiment aloud, knowing that after the initial giggle at his cheesiness, you'd understand. for someone resembling the moon, so beautifully solitary, the stars were a natural lifelong companion. it was this that had him falling into steady routines with you way easier than he thought was possible.
you were there, waiting for him at the end of long days and sullen weather, cosied up in bed and looking like the personification of comfort itself. he redacted his thoughts fast, because in moments like this, he knows he's in over his head, he's fallen fast and hard and never been so grateful to be suspended above the ground. he knows he'll continue to fall for eternity as your hands rake through his freshly washed hair every night, as you speak about your day whether it be mundane or packed to the brim. he knows even as he finally succumbs to the exhaustion weighing his body down: he'll hold no regrets so long as he can wake up to you every morning and lay with you every night.
you're grateful.
for his presence, for the weight of his head on your chest, and the tufts of his moonlit hair tickling your chin. you're grateful as your fingers trace the cool band on his finger and the mutual promise sealed with a kiss; a promise that no matter the path of his orbit around the world, you'll be the closest star.
a/n: idk what this is mjus very in love with satoru at this point and it's all coming out in convoluted metaphors and rambles pls love it thank u pookies <;33
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(( yan taraannn nandyan si maki XDD ))
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This scene was always so heartbreaking as a person with a mother wound, but it really spoke to me
“You were always looking for another version of Motherhood.”
“I’m not crying for you, I’m crying for me. I’m crying for the girl in me that dies, when you die.”
I wanted to love you, and you wouldn’t even let me do that
My maturity always made me foolish
I know your parents didn’t want you, but maybe I did
Why couldn’t you let me love you
Why couldn’t you love me
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When Franz Kafka said It will take time and I need all the time I have and a thousand times more than all the time I have and most of all I’d like to have all the time there is just for you, for thinking about you, for breathing in you. My apartment is making me restless, the evenings are making me restless, I’d like to be some place different. I’d like many things to be different, but then I think that I deserve to be hit in the face for speaking beyond the present moment, this moment, which belongs to you and Lang Leav said There were times when I was with him and it was too much. Does that make sense? When someone stirs a world of emotion in you and it’s so intense that you can barely stand to be with him. I wanted to be left alone — with nothing other than my thoughts of him.
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Level of tired I am today:
Me: What’s that guy’s name from MDZS? Xiao Xingchen’s friend? …San Lang, right?
Me: No, that’s Hua Cheng. Wrong story.
Me: Wait, isn’t that guy’s name…Zichen? How did I get that confused with San Lang?
Me: …
Me: OH! SONG LAN!
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Most romantic gesture you've done for Hope?
Ummmm...oh gosh, well...
She's really not into big and grand gestures, you know? Which is tough because I like to give big and grand sometimes, especially when I think a person deserves the big and grand. And believe me, I think Hope deserves the biggest and the grandest.
But she doesn't like that stuff. She wants it to be simple, classy, but genuine. And I'm not really simple nor classy. But I was gonna figure something out for her.
And I think I managed to come up with a few things.
One thing is I took her dancing. Not like a dance club but like we dress up and go do the slow dancing to some really pretty music. And I gotta admit, I'm not good at that kind of dancing, and I was nervous about stepping on her toes. But she loved it, she said she had such a fun time. So that's been a repeat date.
And another thing I did that she really loved was I wrote her some love letters. Which took forever for me to do. Not because I didn't know what to say but I couldn't get the right words, ya know? And I didn't want to ramble. Even in written word, I still somehow manage to ramble. Well you guys know that, especially those of you who have been with me since the start of this blog. Whether writing or talking, I ramble a lot. Heck, I'm pretty sure when I talk in my sleep, it's rambling!
I'm rambling about rambling geez.
Anyway, the letters actually brought tears to her eyes, which was a surprise to me, so I definitely pull that card back out every once in a while.
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