nonakani

Even as the years passed, even as they spent their time further and further divided (the mountains seemed ever vast, always with some new alcove to search or trail to follow; the house always needed to be cleaned of dust and muddied footsteps left when it was too dark to see, and people in Tazmily needed aid and errands run no matter the village’s size; the sheep and Boney still burst with life despite how many times the stable or the house had to be rebuilt), Lucas and what was left of his family still ate together once every year, and set two plates aside.

He remembered the time when a mid-summer storm rolled over Tazmily, covering the village in thunderclaps and flashes of lightning long before the weather seemed to strike down buildings with a will of its own, where his mother had held him tight as he shivered in anxiousness - it seemed to him that the storm was already receding as he drifted to sleep in her blanketing embrace; his last memory before losing to the ebb of dreams completely was of her bringing him to the bed he shared with his brother, who slept alone with his back turned away from them, covers kicked to the bottom of the bed as if to claim in childish anger that he didn’t need their warmth after all.

It was hard; his hands kept clenching at the dirt of their own volition as he tried to smooth it over, and his knees kept digging in to the sides of the almost-finished grave so that the mound slid up to try and swallow him at the wrists.

She hadn’t realized that Walpurgis Night would be so large, nearly blotting out the moon and the buildings it cleaved in two with its mass - but even in the face of the metal beam about to crush her, with Madoka just behind her, Mami had never felt more brave in her life.

If to passerby it looked like the two of them were purposefully avoiding speaking to each-other, eyes averted and heads lowered, it was actually that there was no longer anything either of them had to communicate to the other through speech.

She’d never admit it - okay, that was a lie, she took any opportunity she had to say it, to the point that both parties had threatened her life in one way or another, not that it mattered - but at the very least the two of them had the potential for chemistry, that definite opposites-attract-in-the-most-literal-way vibe that LSP lived for.

He had his procession of golems follow him in making snow angels that day, even though the snow stuck to their bodies and kept them from making proper, clear shapes, and even though he had to walk them through even the most basic of steps - the Ice King would not be satisfied until the entire snowfield was carved with winged indents, like a thousand distant relatives come to visit.

“Besides, you’re friends with that Kyouko girl, aren’t you?” said Sayaka, sneering; Homura blushed, though everybody there thought it was just as much out of habit as the slight shaking of her head, her braids scraping along her back as if to remind her that Kyouko presence there would have at least, if nothing else, been reassuring.

Garnet wondered when she had slipped in to the place Rose Quartz once held among them, tracing with her vision the lines of her gems and where they met the palms of her hands as she watched Steven - preparing lunch in the kitchen - through her outspread fingers.

There were so many times that she just wanted to wring his neck, or at least give him a good and proper scolding, that when he did something brave and kind as a Crystal Gem should be, she would look back disgustedly at herself, and grip her weapon all the tighter; if she’s still able to let her emotions get the better of her, she thinks, then she still has a lot to learn.