leave it to the artist to make a mountain out of a molehill. that's how he'd describe her to someone else? what sort of idea would they get about her like that... not that she's displeased or anything, face warm standing in the library aisles, but-- ]
Jeez, I don't know if I should be insulted or not... Pufferfish are adorable after all. That's a neat legend though! Thanks for falling into my trap just this once βͺ
[ was she a light like that for 3kon, too? in that case... she's definitely doing the right thing in gently pushing niki along. a candle could never warm someone the way the sun does, could never be as eternal or present, but it isn't so bad to illuminate another's path. even if it's "just enough" to. ]
you wouldnt be my student if you were insulted with just that
[ he isn't actually sure how she reads it, but he feels like if there's anyone who could delve deeper than the shallows, it would be her. ]
for the record it waaaas a compliment
[ that said, "just enough" was always the best kind of guidance. a flame too strong could burn everything in its path. but, just a light is enough to provide illumination and warmth. the latter was rare, especially in the deep seas. ]
[ she shouldn't text on company time................ it was fine on her break but she's not on that anymore............. her coworkers already tease her about the ways her ears speak for her she doesn't need them to have more ammo............ ]
I wonder...
Just kidding! I've been a fan of them since you taught me what they were, so I could never think of them as anything but. Do you think we have any in the ocean nearby? I'd like to meet my kin someday.
I promise! When have I ever touched someone without their say so?
[ hint: the person she's talking to right now? ]
Are you sure you aren't mixing your misses? If they happen to bump into my open, outstretched hands and I can observe their texture for myself, then that's hardly my fault. I'm innocent.
Fiiiine. I'll sit on my hands so they don't wander off and poke my future models.
[ or you could just hold them, she types out, stares at, and holds backspace down. that's also not like the miss librarian he knows, much as she wishes she could joke... ]
In return! You tell me how they feel, since I bet you've touched them both before. You seem like you would've been the kind of kid to bully things smaller than you. π€
I had to be in my first life as Elijah! When you're average, you have to work three times harder than everyone else just to keep up! I still had time to daydream though, when I walked to school... ... And end up tripping over my own feet.
[ surely he can feel the sigh. ]
I don't think Elijah "gradually" grew into it, though. The people around her were lost, staring into space, without any drive or dreams. They went through the motions of "being alive" without really "living". A flower could sprout up between the cracks of the pavement and the only person who'd crouch down to see its fragile, brief life was her. So I think she was naturally rebellious for having a dream in the first place!
[ elijah was, after all, the whole reason malkuth is who she is now. though her first life is a closed book... a tale forgotten by all save those who died with her... there's still so much that she shares with that determined, idealistic young woman. and even if malkuth feels distanced from elijah, that she's too different after her deaths and experiences, she does know that's true.
...
rafayel would've liked elijah a lot, she thinks. maybe he could've gotten her to slow down a little. shame he couldn't have met her, but all the better for malkuth that he can't. ]
from a passing thought comes an idea and from an idea to pen and paper
but even then taking that first step actually spending time with your dreams thats whats important maybe even more than the result on the canvas rebellion exists in the heart
they say many flowers arent just appreciated for their scent or their appearance but for their grit and ability to grow from anywhere
[ sometimes he forgets the connection between elijah and malkuth. where one of their thoughts, ideas, and passions begin, and the other ends. he'd like to think at their core they can at least share in their desire to want more for the world around them.
maybe malkuth's current role isn't too dissimilar from the idea of him and his own duties; rafayel and sea god. ]
[ as she's become... oddly accustomed to, the words he writes resonates gently with her heart. malkuth lets the conversation lull for just a little, not a bad spot to drift one bit, but she does come eventually to a continuation. ]
You *did* say that the people of your hometown were artistic... so I can see that. Maybe you could've even been a poet like Takasugi!
[ not that he isn't one now, with how he words things. it feels like so long ago... no, it is pretty long ago now that she pestered him about his hometown. one with the sea, beloved by a guardian god, artistic and beautiful.
wait. she remembers something else he said. ]
Was being eaten by whales really a danger out there? They must be pretty vicious if they snatched up coral-hunters...
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[ there's a minute or two where the speech bubble is hopping. ]
maybe a little like a jellyfish
i heard old legends say they act as sea lanterns for those who lived close by
a passionate light thats just enough to illuminate someones way
but not enough to drown everything in its path
kinda like that
a pufferfish was still a pretty good comparison too tho
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leave it to the artist to make a mountain out of a molehill. that's how he'd describe her to someone else? what sort of idea would they get about her like that... not that she's displeased or anything, face warm standing in the library aisles, but-- ]
Jeez, I don't know if I should be insulted or not... Pufferfish are adorable after all.
That's a neat legend though! Thanks for falling into my trap just this once βͺ
[ was she a light like that for 3kon, too? in that case... she's definitely doing the right thing in gently pushing niki along. a candle could never warm someone the way the sun does, could never be as eternal or present, but it isn't so bad to illuminate another's path. even if it's "just enough" to. ]
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[ he isn't actually sure how she reads it, but he feels like if there's anyone who could delve deeper than the shallows, it would be her. ]
for the record it waaaas a compliment
[ that said, "just enough" was always the best kind of guidance. a flame too strong could burn everything in its path. but, just a light is enough to provide illumination and warmth. the latter was rare, especially in the deep seas. ]
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I wonder...
Just kidding! I've been a fan of them since you taught me what they were, so I could never think of them as anything but. Do you think we have any in the ocean nearby? I'd like to meet my kin someday.
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i dun actually know what awaits in the depths
[ because i bijou didn't read. ]
but they tend to live in diverse habitats
with the right attitude we can probably find them
wait the jelly or the puffer
[ both carry its own dangers... ]
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Both! It'd be nice to draw those "lanterns" on my next architectural piece.
I can't keep asking you to draw every sea creature you've met, can I?
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thats true
not that i mind drawing
but id also like to see your interpretation of it
rather than the ones you see through my eyes
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that dun sound like the miss librarian i know
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[ hint: the person she's talking to right now? ]
Are you sure you aren't mixing your misses? If they happen to bump into my open, outstretched hands and I can observe their texture for myself, then that's hardly my fault.
I'm innocent.
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you sure you havent been tempted by a furry little fox tail before
...
thiiiiis is exactly what im talking about
but they both have toxins so youre gonna have to keep your hands to yourself this time
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[ or you could just hold them, she types out, stares at, and holds backspace down. that's also not like the miss librarian he knows, much as she wishes she could joke... ]
In return!
You tell me how they feel, since I bet you've touched them both before. You seem like you would've been the kind of kid to bully things smaller than you. π€
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not even i would bully those poisonouser than me
[ that's probably not an actual word, but. ]
but i guess youre not completely wrong
but what kid isnt curious about the world
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Have you always been a handful then? Or were you a good, obedient child?
[ ... since it's like, easy to guess the sort she was. had to be ]
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i would skip out on my lessons tho
id rather look at seashells or explore
let me guess you were diligent and studious
and gradually grew into rebellion [ lol. ]
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... And end up tripping over my own feet.
[ surely he can feel the sigh. ]
I don't think Elijah "gradually" grew into it, though.
The people around her were lost, staring into space, without any drive or dreams. They went through the motions of "being alive" without really "living". A flower could sprout up between the cracks of the pavement and the only person who'd crouch down to see its fragile, brief life was her.
So I think she was naturally rebellious for having a dream in the first place!
[ elijah was, after all, the whole reason malkuth is who she is now. though her first life is a closed book... a tale forgotten by all save those who died with her... there's still so much that she shares with that determined, idealistic young woman. and even if malkuth feels distanced from elijah, that she's too different after her deaths and experiences, she does know that's true.
...
rafayel would've liked elijah a lot, she thinks. maybe he could've gotten her to slow down a little. shame he couldn't have met her, but all the better for malkuth that he can't. ]
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but even then taking that first step
actually spending time with your dreams
thats whats important
maybe even more than the result on the canvas
rebellion exists in the heart
they say many flowers arent just appreciated for their scent or their appearance
but for their grit and ability to grow from anywhere
[ sometimes he forgets the connection between elijah and malkuth. where one of their thoughts, ideas, and passions begin, and the other ends. he'd like to think at their core they can at least share in their desire to want more for the world around them.
maybe malkuth's current role isn't too dissimilar from the idea of him and his own duties; rafayel and sea god. ]
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Is that why you started painting?
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we like what we like
but if not art i think i would have found another way to express myself
probably
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Maybe you could've even been a poet like Takasugi!
[ not that he isn't one now, with how he words things. it feels like so long ago... no, it is pretty long ago now that she pestered him about his hometown. one with the sea, beloved by a guardian god, artistic and beautiful.
wait. she remembers something else he said. ]
Was being eaten by whales really a danger out there?
They must be pretty vicious if they snatched up coral-hunters...
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so thats how miss librarian sees me
thats like a top chef complimenting my dish
[ insert ccw commentary.
he gives a slight laugh as he thinks about how much to embellish... hehe ]
of course
there are also other more terrifying creatures that would swim ashore
they say these lands operated by survival of the fittest
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Nothing could scare me at this point, but I don't wanna be caught off guard...