Out with the old....

[sundead]

Who: Everyone
What: New Year's.
When: Dec. 31st, New Year's Eve, to Jan 1st, New Year's Day.
Where: Everywhere
Summary: It's New Year's, and the people of Luceti have a lot to reflect upon, and to look forward to. And on a more meta level, new journal names.
Rating: We'll see...

New Year's brings images of crowds, and songs, and fireworks; staying up til midnight and watching balls or bells being rung. But Luceti is a different time and place. Whether you're partying with friends or watching the sunrise, what are you doing today?

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[contentedly]

[She doesn't turn around. She's barely holding herself up. What more can she do?]

What do you want from me?

[ex_affability656]

[There are so many answers he could give to that. There is so much to say. So much he's feeling that he wants to express to her. His outstretched hand aches for the broken contact with her, but she hasn't turned, and it falls slowly, soundlessly, to his side.

If he is going to answer that question, he is going to look into her eyes when he does so. Because he needs her to see, right then, the honesty, the love--the life in his eyes.

He steps forward, placing a hand on each shoulder, and turning her to face him.]

...I want you to be happy.

[contentedly]

[...

She breaks, sobbing, nearly doubling over under the weight of it all. A heartbeat later and her arms around him and as she cries into his chest she hears the beating of his heart.

Don't let me wake up.]

[ex_affability656]

[His arms lock around her tight, a measure of painful release coming with her tears. Even as they bleed through the fabric of his shirt to his skin, just holding her is more than enough.

So he doesn't speak. He just holds and her and strokes her hair as he lets his own silent tears follow down his cheeks.

You're already awake.]

[contentedly]

[Her hands fist in his shirt and she weeps, and she cries for all the times that she couldn't, for all the times she had to hold it in.

And, eventually...]

I don't know what to do. I don't know how to make this work.

[ex_affability656]

[He wants to have the answers to that. He wants to tell her something simple, something easy, that make this work.

But it isn't simple, and it isn't easy. Even if feeling her against his heartbeat makes it seems like it could be.]

We can figure it out. Together. I know we can.

[contentedly]

[Belief takes strength and warmth and courage, and Gracia is scraped out and hollow. But underneath it all, in the throbbing, aching pain there is love. And it hurts, but it's beautiful and sweet, and it rises because... if not for herself, then for him, then for her...

And when it all comes down to a choice, between love and distance, life and apathy, and all paths lead to regret...

Love is sloppy and messy and aching and strong, and sometimes... sometimes it buoys you upu so that you can reach out and find hope and life through the cracked places of the walls you erect to protect yourself in the simplest thing, in the most natural act...

In a kiss. Gracia lifts her head and finds his lips blindly, tentatively at first, and then puts all of her desperation, hurt, love, and rage into that one kiss.]

that was such a beautiful tag ;w;

[ex_affability656]

[That kiss is a spark of life all on its own. It's sudden and jolting and he doesn't hesitate to kiss her back, tasting tears and tea and something wonderful. It's a raw sweetness he's been missing, and that familiar weak-kneed feeling hits him strong.

Maybe it's all in his head, but he swears he can hear those fireworks. Out with the old, in with the new. A newness that's familiar and fresh.]

this thread will never make me stop crying

[contentedly]

[The kiss was more about emotion and desperation and just some sort of hoping for connection than any particular sensation. She's crying and upset, she's desperate and hurting, and she doesn't want to be this way anymore... but she doesn't know what else she can do.

But. But. There is a sudden jolt when he returns her kiss, a turning over in her stomach that indicates the awakening of a banked fire. She missed this. She missed him.

And slowly her hands come up to frame his face, and she pulls back for the barest heartbeat to catch a breath before changing the angle and going back for more.

This was so simple. So natural. Kissing Maes was like rain falling to the earth, like the rivers running to the ocean, and if she wasn't careful, she'd be swept away in the tide.]

i am tearing up every. single. time.

[ex_affability656]

[She'll be the only worrying about being swept up--he's already there. He's missed this, too--the way she touches his face, the way her hair brushes his skin--and it hasn't been so long, for him. But kissing her is still as wonderful as he remembers, and more. His arms pull tight around her, any semblance of space sealed away.

Does he ever have to let her go? He'd rather not. He could stay like this. Forever.]

[contentedly]

[There are fireworks outside. And the sound barely penetrates Gracia's awareness, caught up as she is in getting lost - because when he pulls her close, she isn't afraid, and when he responds to her, her heart races and there isn't any reason in the >world for her to stop--

And that's why she does, tilting her head back and moving to lay it on his chest because her heart is too full and if they kept going, would she be able to exist in that kind of desperation which drove her to his kiss? She isn't sure, and nothing is fair, and her body protests the abrupt cessation of sensation, but...

...but her heart beats, fragile and strong, and she feels that if she doesn't rush it, if she keeps it slow...]

Happy New Year.

[...maybe she'll be able to let him back in after all.]