[ it starts out whimsical as though they can’t help it: ]
As you know, Ganymede’s side of the family is very beautiful, and I am related to him through my mother. It is a fact that we are both extremely beautiful.
So when a Tachibana child was born with white-blond hair and blue eyes, it caused quite a stir. Our family dates back further than the United States I am told; we are very traditional and equally superstitious.
I say “we”… But I suppose I mean “them.”
As Tachibana Hayanari, I was worshipped as a special existence. A child touched by beauty and luck. Surely, they said, I had been chosen by the gods. My hair was kept only a little shorter than it is on my avatar and there were… so many white kimonos. So many. To keep me pure; to make sure everyone knew what I was when they saw me.
One day, there was a man. I don’t… remember what he looks like. But I do remember realizing in a curious way that he wanted me. He was always following me with his gaze. One day, he followed me to my room. He asked if he could touch me, and I said yes. I wonder why… I don’t remember what I was thinking. I remember the futon under me. My white kimono. My tabi socks. I remember the blue mountain sky out of the corner of my eye through the open sliding doors. It was very beautiful, the colors. I wanted to leave to see more of it. And I did, soon after.
That is my family’s secret. You don’t need to say anything about this. I may forget soon anyway.
[ Hani might not have been certain, but he is — it's painful. It hurts. Deeply, fiercely. But he can feel that pain etching the memory into his bones, in a place where the shifting tides here can't carry it away again.
Good. Good. He wants to be able to hold onto at least a small piece of them. ]
I'll keep it for you, even if you forget. It isn't too heavy for me.
I won't say anything about this until I need to. But I will say... I am neither an angel nor a demon, no matter what others want from me. And you are not chosen by the gods. You're only... yourself. That's more than enough of a special existence.
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As you know, Ganymede’s side of the family is very beautiful, and I am related to him through my mother. It is a fact that we are both extremely beautiful.
So when a Tachibana child was born with white-blond hair and blue eyes, it caused quite a stir. Our family dates back further than the United States I am told; we are very traditional and equally superstitious.
I say “we”… But I suppose I mean “them.”
As Tachibana Hayanari, I was worshipped as a special existence. A child touched by beauty and luck. Surely, they said, I had been chosen by the gods. My hair was kept only a little shorter than it is on my avatar and there were… so many white kimonos. So many. To keep me pure; to make sure everyone knew what I was when they saw me.
One day, there was a man.
I don’t… remember what he looks like. But I do remember realizing in a curious way that he wanted me. He was always following me with his gaze. One day, he followed me to my room. He asked if he could touch me, and I said yes. I wonder why… I don’t remember what I was thinking.I remember the futon under me. My white kimono. My tabi socks. I remember the blue mountain sky out of the corner of my eye through the open sliding doors. It was very beautiful, the colors. I wanted to leave to see more of it. And I did, soon after.
That is my family’s secret. You don’t need to say anything about this. I may forget soon anyway.
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Good. Good. He wants to be able to hold onto at least a small piece of them. ]
I'll keep it for you, even if you forget. It isn't too heavy for me.
I won't say anything about this until I need to. But I will say... I am neither an angel nor a demon, no matter what others want from me. And you are not chosen by the gods. You're only... yourself. That's more than enough of a special existence.