022 ♍ video ♍ yes this is during school hours

[glowsferatu]

[ the scene opens on the desk in kanaya's room, with her sitting behind it. on top of it is a book turned upside down, the cover showing a large man caressing the leg of a woman mostly out of the frame. loose ends, by c.m. guarde, and kanaya seems to be already halfway through it. next to it is a water bottle half-full of a thick, red liquid.

the curtains are drawn, and the only light in the room seems to be coming from her. she has her chin propped up in her hand, and her eyes are heavily lidded, not as made-up as usual. she hasn't left her room all day except to buy this book. ]

It's funny, isn't it. The things one will do out of a hope for love. How much one will ignore, and agonize over, and consciously blind herself to. It comes to a point where you have to wonder whether Kristof is even worth the effort, but nonetheless, Nora makes no sign of relenting. She believes because she has to, and maybe if it should end in the worst possible manner, she will find a way through it still, to remain with the one she loves.

There's something beautiful in that. Tragic, perhaps, but still meaningful. And maybe it that which keeps drawing me back to the series. If Kristof could have someone to love him so much, could there be hope for the rest of us?

[ she turns the book back over, raising an eyebrow at the text. ] But it's still only fiction. That may ultimately be an unfair expectation of the world.

[ she slides over her bottle to take a quick sip from it. ]

Is anyone else reading these?

Comments

[glowsferatu]

Overrated in life, perhaps, but fiction allows for other possibilities. What's wrong with exploring those through the lens of another?

[centurybaby]

I alter reality. I guess fiction's just not that fucking exciting for me.

[glowsferatu]

But how widely do you experience that reality? Can you really know everything within it by your own account? Certainly not in the current circumstances!

[centurybaby]

Yeah, sure. Rub it the fuck in.

[glowsferatu]

If you wanted to talk about your dominion over reality, it's worth acknowledging how far that currently extends.

Right now, I think you could probably stand to have some fiction to help kill the time, to put your thoughts elsewhere.

[centurybaby]

Sure. Maybe I can papercut myself to death or something.

[glowsferatu]

The time, Jenny. It's the time you're meant to be killing.

[centurybaby]

I am the fucking 21st Century, aren't I.

[glowsferatu]

It's just a turn of phrase! No time is actually being killed.

[centurybaby]

Not that you're not fucking tempted right now.

[glowsferatu]

And what's that supposed to mean?

[centurybaby]

I was joking. It's not like I'm fucking Eridouche or something.

[glowsferatu]

No, you aren't. And I'm not inclined to see you dead again any time soon.

[centurybaby]

Gee, thanks. That's really fucking reassuring.

[glowsferatu]

Well, maybe it should be. And, in the future, I'll do my best to see it prevented.

Things being as they are, perhaps where you are is the best place to prevent a recurrence.

[centurybaby]

Yeah, well. They can't fucking keep me in here forever.

[glowsferatu]

Probably not. But perhaps you'll have learned something by the time you're released.

[centurybaby]

Like what?

[glowsferatu]

Prudence. Restraint.

[centurybaby]

[ an exhale that's a scoff maybe, or the vaguest hint of the most minimal laugh. ]

Right.

[glowsferatu]

You know, the sort of things that might have kept you from getting into this situation to begin with.

[centurybaby]

This is who I fucking am. What I am. Nobody's asking you to like it.

[glowsferatu]

Sweetie, I'm not the one you have to convince. And if that's really the attitude you're going to take to it, it's no wonder you ended up where you are to begin with.

[centurybaby]

[ a bit sharply: ]

Don't fucking lecture me, Kanaya.

[glowsferatu]

If you stopped acting like a child, maybe I wouldn't feel the need.