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The Dreamer In The Grand Temple
Humanity Foundation Value: ????

What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.

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cultfavorite

[HE KNOWS THIS ONE. He picks up the phoenix carefully in his hands to rub a thumb over it and admire it.]

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fujimaru

It's a very delicately-made piece--they all are, really. Whoever was the actual crafter of all of these pieces, they were obviously made with deep affection.

The feelings for Tsuruno's piece aren't as strong or as immediate as with the ones he found for certain members of Cerberus, but they are still there, filtering in after a second or two: a sense of affection and something that is almost childishly excited. Maybe it's been a while since Ritsuka has had a girl friend her own age, and what of it?

Edited Date: 2022-09-04 02:07 am (UTC)

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cultfavorite

[THIS ROOM IS SO CUTE HOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO LEAVE IT and how is he supposed to resist going around and finding the objects for everyone he knows and touching them and

He does not put this one on the bed, but he does put it on the shelf over the bed with the tentacle, because that's cool and fine, and then he one more time picks up his own piece to cradle it gently and feel those emotions again.]

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fujimaru

There's that sense of warm affection again--for him in particular, it's more deeply pronounced, edged despite how gentle it is, and there's also an edge of lingering confused embarrassment, like Ritsuka herself is surprised at feeling this way at all. But it's there, and even if she's embarrassed, they're not going anywhere.

There is also, buried somewhere under that, deep deep deep down, a sense of wistfulness. This is something that is not meant to be mine, but I'll hold onto it while I can, almost lost under everything else.

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cultfavorite

[He sits to meditate on this for a little bit, eyes closed, smiling faintly, until he can sort all of that out. Then:]

. . . You aren't the only one who feels that way. I wonder if I'm being selfish, with you . . . but I don't care. You're special to me, Ritsuka. I'll cling as long as I possibly can, as long as you let me.

[Then he sets that aside and stands again.

It's time to head for that golden door!]