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personavelvetroomdr2025-02-14 06:30 pm
vrdr_mods) wrote in personavelvetroomdr2025-02-14 06:30 pm
[MINGLE] chocolate and roses
It's Valentine's Day, and that means just one thing for the inhabitants of the Velvet Room: chaos.
And chocolate, possibly. Or even something else? Or perhaps you're spending the holiday entirely by yourself?
[[ooc: just a quick catchall post for any toplevels or threads people might want to make for the holiday! Feel free to make inbox or journal posts as well.]]
And chocolate, possibly. Or even something else? Or perhaps you're spending the holiday entirely by yourself?
[[ooc: just a quick catchall post for any toplevels or threads people might want to make for the holiday! Feel free to make inbox or journal posts as well.]]
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She said it with a calm and matter-of-factness... it was clear from her tone that she was mostly paying attention to Dove, more than anything else.
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"...?"
The look in his eyes seems to go rather vacant again, though not quite in the same way as before. In this case, the gears are trying to churn behind those eyes of his, but they've been stalled. They grind against one another, something snagged in them, preventing his thoughts from proceeding smoothly.
He's fighting to put two and two together, but unfortunately the actualization wins out, as he asks:
"...Apologies, but... what is an 'orphan'? Or 'foster homes' for that matter? I... should know what they are, I imagine, but I'm..."
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This really isn't different from Morning, is it?
"Wow... uh, well. When I was seven years old, both of my parents and my brother died. So for all the years after that, I had to live with different families that volunteered to take care of me - they're called foster families."
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Right. Death exists. Children whose parents have died... Some of the other Akechis here have lost their mothers... Does that mean they're orphans? Did some of them go to foster families?
"...I see. Thank you. Apologies, I... had never heard the terms before, but I am familiar with the concept of death and loss to a degree."
...But what about him then. If he had that kind of series of images pop up when he heard about the idea of being passed around like that... what does that mean for him?
"...With that in mind... I can think of one particular conclusion regarding my past."
He probably doesn't need to say it, does he? He probably lost his mother like the other Akechis, and was taken by multiple families only to be thrown to the next.
The more he tries to visualize it, the more his head starts to hurt again, ouch...
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"It'd be something we had in common, at least. So... painful or no, there would be someone who knows what it felt like."
She paused, waiting and watching - she could give him little pushes and nudges, but Hamuko was also waiting for any sign to immediately stop.
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"That is correct, yes. I... I must apologize for reminding you of such difficult memories. I never intended to."
His hands tighten around his cup a bit, apparently against himself.
"...It's just that... times like these are when I begin to waver. Memories like this... Feelings like these... How do I...?"
How does someone bear them all without breaking apart? Was there a time he knew how?
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As he explained further, she watched the way his hands clenched around the cup. The way he seemed... torn.
"...Well. I think... repression is kind of our mind's way of trying to protect ourselves. That's what my old therapists back in the day told me," she started. Even if there was something supernatural involved, maybe...
"...But eventually we do have to face those things. And it hurts, so so badly, but that's the first step to learning how to heal from them. I say it's up to you when you want to genuinely try to take it on."