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choirmaster) wrote2026-03-21 12:09 am
choirmaster) wrote2026-03-21 12:09 am
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[Sunday's wings twitch and flutter as he considers Aventurine's words.
Permission to not be perfect is something he has waited his entire adult life to receive, but now that he has it, it isn't as liberating as he'd hoped. If he isn't perfect, what should he be?
A man with faults? What would he look like if he embraced his own imperfections? Would he recognize himself?
One hand drifts to his bare chest.]
I've certainly taken enough from you, but... I know what you are trying to say.
When you offer me things, I will do my best to accept them. Please forgive me if I am not very good at it.
[He has taken from people.
He has taken freedom, free will, and nearly the entire cosmos. Asdana had been a plaything in his divine hands. But the Melodia took only hopes and prayers and sent them aloft into the heavens. They always fell back to earth unanswered.]
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Permission to not be perfect is something he has waited his entire adult life to receive, but now that he has it, it isn't as liberating as he'd hoped. If he isn't perfect, what should he be?
A man with faults? What would he look like if he embraced his own imperfections? Would he recognize himself?
One hand drifts to his bare chest.]
I've certainly taken enough from you, but... I know what you are trying to say.
When you offer me things, I will do my best to accept them. Please forgive me if I am not very good at it.
[He has taken from people.
He has taken freedom, free will, and nearly the entire cosmos. Asdana had been a plaything in his divine hands. But the Melodia took only hopes and prayers and sent them aloft into the heavens. They always fell back to earth unanswered.]
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