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sexuallyconfuses) wrote2016-05-10 08:56 pm
sexuallyconfuses) wrote2016-05-10 08:56 pm
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Routine is a powerful thing, really. There's little the human mind couldn't grow accustomed to through repetition alone. Whereas two months ago Haruka was still banishing visions of the apocalypse from her mind and fighting against an unfathomable destiny, as she is now-- that duty's become such an inseparable part of who she is, she can barely remember what came before.
There's a lot they can't account for: when the next enemy will strike and what abilities it'll wield, where the Talismans are and how they can go about obtaining them, just how long they have to carry out their task before it's too late. It all melds together into a hard, constant pressure at the back of Haruka's skull, never once vanquishing its hold. But-- as far as their day-to-day life goes?
It's... surprisingly steady.
They spar. They fight. They discuss their findings and future plans. And in between, here and there, they can even afford to spend their time on other things. Haruka won't become a professional racer, and Michiru won't become a world renowned violinist. But Haruka can still drive, and Michiru can still play, and it makes for much-needed respite.
Is it too naive to feel like they're making do okay?
Is it too carefree to call Michiru up at six in the evening with no real reason to, like they really are just a couple of schoolkids?
Maybe.
Probably.
But the breeze is calm today, putting Haruka at a rare ease. So here's your phone ringing, Michiru.
"Hey. You free right now?"
There's a lot they can't account for: when the next enemy will strike and what abilities it'll wield, where the Talismans are and how they can go about obtaining them, just how long they have to carry out their task before it's too late. It all melds together into a hard, constant pressure at the back of Haruka's skull, never once vanquishing its hold. But-- as far as their day-to-day life goes?
It's... surprisingly steady.
They spar. They fight. They discuss their findings and future plans. And in between, here and there, they can even afford to spend their time on other things. Haruka won't become a professional racer, and Michiru won't become a world renowned violinist. But Haruka can still drive, and Michiru can still play, and it makes for much-needed respite.
Is it too naive to feel like they're making do okay?
Is it too carefree to call Michiru up at six in the evening with no real reason to, like they really are just a couple of schoolkids?
Maybe.
Probably.
But the breeze is calm today, putting Haruka at a rare ease. So here's your phone ringing, Michiru.
"Hey. You free right now?"