wenzhou - he makes the connections. little red riding hood and the wolf, right? it's there, if you already know the tales, even if you don't believe in them. but this isn't how her story is meant to go, because ylfa is just a girl, her grandmother's beloved grandchild who makes oatmeal cookies for friends during a stressful time. who brings grandma treats when she's not feeling well.
he remembers their conversation, about the huntsman. and his heart hurts for her the same as it has every child whose "huntsman" has never come in time, as he thinks of autopsy reports and retrievals instead of rescues. ]
... I'm sorry, Ylfa. That doesn't fix anything, but I'm sorry he didn't come. We don't - we don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to.
[it's a very ugly memory to have lived through again, but she's lived through it more than once now. she shakes her head, swallowing against the memory of hunger and blood.]
I don't think it was really his fault; that's not the way it works. In this version, he just wasn't there, because I'm the one who had to decide what to do.
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honkinbigteeth) wrote2023-06-24 10:04 pm
week 4; monday
have a memory. when it's over she's still floating awkwardly in a bubble. but it pops and she lands.]
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wenzhou - he makes the connections. little red riding hood and the wolf, right? it's there, if you already know the tales, even if you don't believe in them. but this isn't how her story is meant to go, because ylfa is just a girl, her grandmother's beloved grandchild who makes oatmeal cookies for friends during a stressful time. who brings grandma treats when she's not feeling well.
he remembers their conversation, about the huntsman. and his heart hurts for her the same as it has every child whose "huntsman" has never come in time, as he thinks of autopsy reports and retrievals instead of rescues. ]
... I'm sorry, Ylfa. That doesn't fix anything, but I'm sorry he didn't come. We don't - we don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to.
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[it's a very ugly memory to have lived through again, but she's lived through it more than once now. she shakes her head, swallowing against the memory of hunger and blood.]
I don't think it was really his fault; that's not the way it works. In this version, he just wasn't there, because I'm the one who had to decide what to do.