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route_10652014-01-24 12:47 am
nostabbing) wrote in route_10652014-01-24 12:47 am
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He Ain't Heavy
Who: Parker (nostabbing) and Ishimaru (ardent)
Where: Goldenrod City
When: Thursday, January 23
Summary: A couple of not-siblings take advantage of the warm weather to appreciate the out-of-doors. The fact that one of them is virtually comatose is largely irrelevant. Also basically this.
Rating: PG? I'll update the rating if it changes.
Log:
[It's a nice day outside.
It's been a nice day a lot, recently — there've been some mildly cloudy days and maybe the occasional rain shower, but by and large it's been sunny summer afternoons here in the middle of January, and even though Parker's still kind of convinced that the world is ending a little bit as evidenced by it, she has more important things to concern herself with for the duration. Namely, the fact that she's taken it upon herself to spearhead the Keep Ishimaru Doing Stuff So Maybe He'll Start Getting Better effort, which up until this point has largely been founded on such endeavors as putting food into him, walking him around places, and occasionally fleeing from bees.
Today, fortunately, they've largely managed to evade hostile insect encounters, keeping instead to the sparsely-populated streets of the city and wandering around on the sidewalks that will take them past comforting, familiar buildings populated with normal people and normal things. Sometimes they stop and look at the beginning blooms of utterly confused flowers; sometimes they pause to listen to street musicians with their Kricketunes put on a show. Most of the time they make sure to eat something, and Parker always makes extra sure those snacks never involve butter, pancakes, or anything obviously resembling the two.
She's still not sure about that one, but Hagakure said so and Hagakure's a bro, so that's what she's going with.
Today, the snack of choice is street crepes; she'd planned on maneuvering him toward the local donut shop for some delicious fresh crullers, but then the cart and its batter-swirling magic had caught her eye, and she'd been just fascinated enough by the whole business to sort of haul Ishimaru along as she drew near for a closer look.
Street crepes. No butter, no pancakes, and no meat. Also yummy. It's too bad she can't steal one (or seven), but paying isn't so bad when it's for Ishimaru, anyway.]
nostabbing) and Ishimaru (ardent)Where: Goldenrod City
When: Thursday, January 23
Summary: A couple of not-siblings take advantage of the warm weather to appreciate the out-of-doors. The fact that one of them is virtually comatose is largely irrelevant. Also basically this.
Rating: PG? I'll update the rating if it changes.
Log:
[It's a nice day outside.
It's been a nice day a lot, recently — there've been some mildly cloudy days and maybe the occasional rain shower, but by and large it's been sunny summer afternoons here in the middle of January, and even though Parker's still kind of convinced that the world is ending a little bit as evidenced by it, she has more important things to concern herself with for the duration. Namely, the fact that she's taken it upon herself to spearhead the Keep Ishimaru Doing Stuff So Maybe He'll Start Getting Better effort, which up until this point has largely been founded on such endeavors as putting food into him, walking him around places, and occasionally fleeing from bees.
Today, fortunately, they've largely managed to evade hostile insect encounters, keeping instead to the sparsely-populated streets of the city and wandering around on the sidewalks that will take them past comforting, familiar buildings populated with normal people and normal things. Sometimes they stop and look at the beginning blooms of utterly confused flowers; sometimes they pause to listen to street musicians with their Kricketunes put on a show. Most of the time they make sure to eat something, and Parker always makes extra sure those snacks never involve butter, pancakes, or anything obviously resembling the two.
She's still not sure about that one, but Hagakure said so and Hagakure's a bro, so that's what she's going with.
Today, the snack of choice is street crepes; she'd planned on maneuvering him toward the local donut shop for some delicious fresh crullers, but then the cart and its batter-swirling magic had caught her eye, and she'd been just fascinated enough by the whole business to sort of haul Ishimaru along as she drew near for a closer look.
Street crepes. No butter, no pancakes, and no meat. Also yummy. It's too bad she can't steal one (or seven), but paying isn't so bad when it's for Ishimaru, anyway.]
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[They've stopped by now, on Parker's part without realizing it, and she takes the opportunity to look carefully at his face while his eyes are closed. It's not that she's looking for something, precisely, but she could draw his face on a glance if she tried, and yet that's still not the same thing as really taking a minute to just...see him. Who he is. What he looks like.
It's easy to forget he's really just a little kid. Almost as easy as forgetting that he's really not that much younger than her, either.]
They said I was broken. Pretty much everybody, the therapists and the judges and everybody. Even Nate...said that.
Maybe you can still be okay, even if you're not...you know. The way people think you're supposed to be.
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...Have you ever heard of kintsukuroi...?
[He doesn't think she has; it takes him a moment to find words, to express what he means to say, and in that brief moment he almost second-guesses himself.
Almost.]
It's a Japanese art...mending things like pottery and ceramics. The repairs are done with gold lacquer, not clear...the idea is that even if something has suffered damage, it has a history and it's more beautiful as a result.
...I don't...know if we're broken or not. But it...maybe it's like that. Not how we're supposed to be, maybe, but...better for it anyway.
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[It never occurred to her that the gold might've been for the sake of repair, either; when people try to repair priceless things that get broken, they don't come out beautiful. The thought that people in Ishimaru's country figured out how to do it, and not just figured it out but actually made the ceramic more beautiful because of it...
...
That's pretty profound. And not just because it involves her favorite expensive metal.]
...I'll hold the pieces for you. While you put the gold in. Okay?
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[And for the first time since he woke up, it feels like it might be.]
Thank you, by the way. For...everything.
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Even the bees?
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...We should probably avoid doing that to the bees again...
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[Just sayin'.]