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@kafkajoke Wtf!

@everyletterisent I am miserable and have thoughts of hurting myself

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how lame.

Idk

@ouproie What did i even do

me and keiko worked together on your gifts, so i hope you like them .. (≧◡≦) ♡  and i got a little something for her too since she helped me out, hehe..

she drew a picture of the three of us while i was watching over her earlier (...) i hung it up on your fridge.

胸がはち切れそうで⋆￣  @kafkajoke (...)﹢  ͟،͟،͟ a letter to my ██, ͟ ͟ ͟ ✧  i know. we don’t deserve it. [the playful lilt that had laced the serpent’s voice moments before disappears as quickly as it had arrived. it’s instead swiftly replaced with a quiet murmur filled with a deep sorrow. yuèhuā’s words are a sobering reminder of their reality— dragging orochi back into the present moment the same way the men working for asaki had stolen orochi’s nearly-drowned body out of the icy water near ██ and to the al-kamar orphanage that night all those years ago as a child; cruelly, without forgiveness nor kindness with each action. the past was something that orochi could see but not touch, like the alternate reality that lingers in the back of her mind. she’d never admit it, but more than once has orochi found herself yearning for a life of peace.] but it’s fun to pretend that we can be forgiven for our actions, sometimes. to pretend that we aren’t murderers. but i know it’s not smart to dwell on the things we can’t have for too long. [orochi’s gaze softens as their eyes meet and she looks in awe. even exhausted and crestfallen, she thinks that yuèhuā is beautiful. she catches glimpses of uzuki in his eyes and it hits her like a blade to the chest. orochi wishes so badly that his life wasn’t riddled with misfortune the way it was, that the world was kinder to his soul. she takes in yuèhuā’s smile, but does not return it herself. ever so slightly, her head leans forward, tilting.] (...) you always cared about uzuki and the rest of the orphans, no matter what. (i’ve always liked that about you.) you’re not as bad of a brother as you think you are, you know. you’re better than asaki, at least, and that means something. —and when was the last time you’ve gotten actual rest? ..you look tired. it’s not healthy.

@everyletterisent⠀⠀ us.. run away?  [the words seem so foreign, outlandish. no, the whole concept of itself—living happily, without killing—could there be a life like that for them? did they even deserved it, despite everything they had done? it seemed so childish, yuèhuā thought. how silly indeed. even if it’s something that, at one point, he thought of.]  i doubt we deserve it,  [he speaks in a soft cadence, just above a whisper. yuèhuā’s head finally lifts to meet orochi’s gaze, the light highlighting his features: pale, melancholic, and exhausted with the dark circles under his eyes. for a moment, he almost looked just like kei.. eyes, as blue as the ocean waters off of the izu peninsula that glitter from the sun’s reflection. mouth lifts up into a smile, though it does not reach one’s eyes.]  even so..  [a pause. there’s so much to say, and yet so little all at once.]  that’s only a distant dream. something to fantasize about. and i’d rather not make kei sad (again) for leaving him all alone. i’d be a terrible big brother (though that hasn’t changed).

—i’m joking, of course. [orochi chuckles.] but could you imagine that? how silly.

my dearest, @kafkajoke,        “it’s so.. refreshing. like a breath of fresh air(๑˘︶˘๑).. you know, we should go out together more now that the weather isn’t too bad. i wouldn’t mind being out and about more often.” a warm smile comes across orochi’s face as she leans back onto her palms, looking out into the ocean, then back at yuèhuā. loose strands of orochi’s hair fly in the wind, the rest put in a loose braid with flowers put in earlier this morning, courtesy of yuèhuā. in her lap sits a sketchbook, open to a page filled with various images from their day: orochi junior and a croissant from orochi’s morning, the morning sunrise, and a small portrait of yuèhuā to name a few. by her side sits a half-eaten sandwich on a plate which she took ocassional bites out of in between conversation and drawing. “stars? i think they're cool! ^_^ when i lived in okinawa i used to stargaze with my mom sometimes, but then we moved to tokyo and it became harder to do so.. but i'd love to go stargazing with you tonight, yuè. maybe we'll even get to see a shooting star as well(„• ᴗ •„)”         with love, orochi

@yamata-no-orochi:⠀oh, definitely! ^_^ the breeze, the scent of the ocean.. and food, hehe ^_^  [a grin forms at his mouth, taking a bite into the fresh strawberries yuèhuā had recently purchased from the small village’s local market. its juices dripped onto his chin, which is wiped away by the back of his palm. the wicker basket that lies between the two was filled to the brim, from small sandwiches to fresh fruits and the egg custards stacked up on top of each other. with a free hand, yuèhuā smoothes out the picnic blanket beneath them of any creases. with the exception of the two, there were only a few other people that were on the beach. children and their families, their laughter filling in the background with splashes of water accompanying them.]  do you like stars, orochi? one of the planets is going to be seen tonight.. and the moon is full. i think it’ll be beautiful at night ( ◠‿◠ ) we should go stargazing, if you’d like.

perfect weather to spend the day with you and eat sandwiches, hehe
            
            *          they having a picnic on the beach

i don't even know what you're trying to say here!  ～