(Warning: Sasame does NOT seem to grasp the concept of personal space and tends to jump scare appear near people)
Do Adjust your set
Sure, he was more accustomed to radio, but he knew enough to work the equipment here as well. And the magical aspect to some of the technology was a welcome and amusing distraction. And then, finally he was ready. He sat with a call in phone next to him, before the camera. And then when the light went on, timers being wonderful things, he gave the camera a small smile.
"Welcome, Auradon, to World's Gate," His voice was smooth and soft, quiet yes but soft in other ways as well. He sounded like someone who could be trusted. Or like a voic that might read you a story as you drifted off to sleep. "I am your host, Sasame. World's Gate is an advice program where viewers like you can send post cards, mail, or text messages with your questions, to get advice." He displayed a preprepared card from the table by tilting it upwards. "The contact information is now on your screen. You do not need to use your real name, and I will never expose who you are, even if I hav figured it out."
A warm smile and he set lay the card back down. "Because no one has had a chance to write in yet, I will reply to some postcards from home." Another smile as he drew forward a small post card and read from it.
"This question comes from a regular on World's Gate, Miss Silk. She writes "Everyone around me acts like nothing is missing, nothing is wrong. Don't they miss him? How can they move on like he never mattered? Why am I the only one who still cares? Am I the only one who ever loved him? Will I always love alone?"
He set down the card.
"Moving on after a loss can be hard for some people," he said kindly, voice gentle. "How we grieve looks different for each of us. But that does not mean that people who grieve differently do not feel a loss as well. The loss of a loved one is on of the hardest and most deeply personal pains any human can face. One way I advise dealing with it, generally, can look a lot like not grieving at all, from the outside," he removed his small frameless glasses and set them aside, looking directly into the camera with his dark purple eyes, as though to make eye contact with the viewer.
"But grieving is not about how we look on the outside, but what we feel within." A beat, and then, "my advice is this: bring him with you. Everything you experience in life, picture him with you. How would he react? If he would laugh, laugh for him because he cannot. If he would smile, smile for him. It is still okay to cry, if you need to, and you should never lose yourself living for him. But h can't laugh or smile anymore, so you need to do that for the both of you. When you love, he loves, when you take someone's hand, his hand is in yours as well."
A small sad smile, then he put his glasses on again.
"I think we have time for just one more. This one comes from a Mr. Wind In My Hair. He writes I once had a friend and I hurt her, very badly. I didn't mean to, but my feelings for her did not match hers for me and I had to be honest. Now I have another friend, though I swore I never would. And I am afraid to hurt her as well. What should I do?" He set down the card and looked at the camera again. "Well, Wind. I think you should be open and honest from the start with this friend. Tell her about the last friend, everything about her. Tell her you don't want the same to happen again. Talk to her and keep checking in. A lot of this worl... a lot of problems in any world," he corrected himself "could be avoided by people being open and honest with each other from the start. Hidden feelings can grow into hurt feelings." He stopped, hearing someone enter the studio.
"That seems to be all that we have time for today. Please feel free to write or call in. I want to know what is on your mind. And also, I would love to hear stories, if anyone has any, about oddly coloured snow or butterflies for a book I am working on. Thank you very much for tuning in. I am Sasame and this has ben World's Gate."
He seemed to vanish from the desk a split second before the camera cut off. Then, tucking his notebook in his pocket, he went to greet whoever had come in.
(Warning, while the above has a chance of getting into spoilers... the bottom divs right into the worst of them with both feet. There is no maybe, clicking below will have spoilers. And angst. You have been warned.) Here there be spoilers
(As of now all his icons will be from before the spoiler, I will probably make him a different account for other icons.) Rain Rain Rain Sasame didn't try to stop the rain, nor did he try to avoid it. Even without his powers he was light of foot enough to make it to the roof nimbly. He sat there, huddled in his purple feathered cloak, one knee up, hands on that knee, chin on his hands.
Hajime.
How could he not think of his little brother in this rain? How could he not both feel like he wasn't fit for this rain and yet drawn to it? He couldn't feel the Leafe in it. All he could feel was wet.
Well, no. There was another feeling also. A deep cavernous emptiness. He had torn out his own heart. Betrayed it again and again. And for what? To wind up here? Alone? Without her. Without them. Without anything but his regrets?
Not that he blamed her. He couldn't have blamed her if he wanted to. Because this wasn't her betraying him. This was as close to justice as existed in any world. Well... no. If it were true justice, Hayate would be suffering as well.
His other brothers were blameless. Kei. Go. Everyone... They hadn't betrayed her. Not the way he had. The way Hayate had. If he hadn't been such a fool, could he have saved her? Spared her that pain? But he had been a fool, he had let Hayate shatter her. And then it had been too late.
A line drawn.
He should have chosen her.
He should have chosen her.
He should have chosen her.
How many times had he been haunted by that conviction during that endless span when they were seperated? He had done what he thought was right. He had chosen his morals, the worlds, and his brothers over her. He had sworn to protect her. Serve her. Work with her. Be her partner and her ally. But when she had needed him most... He chose the world over her. He had been so sure he had been doing what was the right thing.
But the pain. Every moment after. The pain told him that he had made the wrong choice. But he kept telling himself it was over. He had done what he had to do. He had betrayed her, but saved the worlds. That he had no choice, he had to do it.
And then...
And then she was back. It had all been for nothing. Her pain. His pain. HER PAIN. For nothing. So this time he chose her. He promised her all of him. He was hers to do with as she pleased. Whatever would make her pain ease. Use him. Accept his love. Kill him. Anything.
But this was her choice...?
Sealing him away?
Water ran down his face. Rain. Tears. It was all the same.
His head lifted. Even without his powers his hearing was keener than most. The rain didn't stop him from hearing someone approach.
This land was full of villains he had been told. He was here, he was going to stop them. Weapons or no weapons. Powers or no powers. He was evil for her and her alone. He would give her the worlds, all of them. Hers. To save or destroy, to rule or ruin.
He stood to face whoever approached, keeping the high ground of the roof's peak. He swished his dark cloak behind himself dramatically, the wt fabric snapping loudly. If there was one thing he understood, it was how to use sound to his advantage.
"Who comes?" he demanded, voice booming through the rain. Who was he going to have to end tonight?
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Date: 10 Jul 2023 05:36 (UTC)Do Adjust your set
Sure, he was more accustomed to radio, but he knew enough to work the equipment here as well. And the magical aspect to some of the technology was a welcome and amusing distraction. And then, finally he was ready. He sat with a call in phone next to him, before the camera. And then when the light went on, timers being wonderful things, he gave the camera a small smile.
"Welcome, Auradon, to World's Gate," His voice was smooth and soft, quiet yes but soft in other ways as well. He sounded like someone who could be trusted. Or like a voic that might read you a story as you drifted off to sleep. "I am your host, Sasame. World's Gate is an advice program where viewers like you can send post cards, mail, or text messages with your questions, to get advice." He displayed a preprepared card from the table by tilting it upwards. "The contact information is now on your screen. You do not need to use your real name, and I will never expose who you are, even if I hav figured it out."
A warm smile and he set lay the card back down. "Because no one has had a chance to write in yet, I will reply to some postcards from home." Another smile as he drew forward a small post card and read from it.
"This question comes from a regular on World's Gate, Miss Silk. She writes "Everyone around me acts like nothing is missing, nothing is wrong. Don't they miss him? How can they move on like he never mattered? Why am I the only one who still cares? Am I the only one who ever loved him? Will I always love alone?"
He set down the card.
"Moving on after a loss can be hard for some people," he said kindly, voice gentle. "How we grieve looks different for each of us. But that does not mean that people who grieve differently do not feel a loss as well. The loss of a loved one is on of the hardest and most deeply personal pains any human can face. One way I advise dealing with it, generally, can look a lot like not grieving at all, from the outside," he removed his small frameless glasses and set them aside, looking directly into the camera with his dark purple eyes, as though to make eye contact with the viewer.
"But grieving is not about how we look on the outside, but what we feel within." A beat, and then, "my advice is this: bring him with you. Everything you experience in life, picture him with you. How would he react? If he would laugh, laugh for him because he cannot. If he would smile, smile for him. It is still okay to cry, if you need to, and you should never lose yourself living for him. But h can't laugh or smile anymore, so you need to do that for the both of you. When you love, he loves, when you take someone's hand, his hand is in yours as well."
A small sad smile, then he put his glasses on again.
"I think we have time for just one more. This one comes from a Mr. Wind In My Hair. He writes I once had a friend and I hurt her, very badly. I didn't mean to, but my feelings for her did not match hers for me and I had to be honest. Now I have another friend, though I swore I never would. And I am afraid to hurt her as well. What should I do?" He set down the card and looked at the camera again. "Well, Wind. I think you should be open and honest from the start with this friend. Tell her about the last friend, everything about her. Tell her you don't want the same to happen again. Talk to her and keep checking in. A lot of this worl... a lot of problems in any world," he corrected himself "could be avoided by people being open and honest with each other from the start. Hidden feelings can grow into hurt feelings." He stopped, hearing someone enter the studio.
"That seems to be all that we have time for today. Please feel free to write or call in. I want to know what is on your mind. And also, I would love to hear stories, if anyone has any, about oddly coloured snow or butterflies for a book I am working on. Thank you very much for tuning in. I am Sasame and this has ben World's Gate."
He seemed to vanish from the desk a split second before the camera cut off. Then, tucking his notebook in his pocket, he went to greet whoever had come in.
(Warning, while the above has a chance of getting into spoilers... the bottom divs right into the worst of them with both feet. There is no maybe, clicking below will have spoilers. And angst. You have been warned.)
Here there be spoilers
(As of now all his icons will be from before the spoiler, I will probably make him a different account for other icons.)
Rain Rain Rain
Sasame didn't try to stop the rain, nor did he try to avoid it. Even without his powers he was light of foot enough to make it to the roof nimbly. He sat there, huddled in his purple feathered cloak, one knee up, hands on that knee, chin on his hands.
Hajime.
How could he not think of his little brother in this rain? How could he not both feel like he wasn't fit for this rain and yet drawn to it? He couldn't feel the Leafe in it. All he could feel was wet.
Well, no. There was another feeling also. A deep cavernous emptiness. He had torn out his own heart. Betrayed it again and again. And for what? To wind up here? Alone? Without her. Without them. Without anything but his regrets?
Not that he blamed her. He couldn't have blamed her if he wanted to. Because this wasn't her betraying him. This was as close to justice as existed in any world. Well... no. If it were true justice, Hayate would be suffering as well.
His other brothers were blameless. Kei. Go. Everyone... They hadn't betrayed her. Not the way he had. The way Hayate had. If he hadn't been such a fool, could he have saved her? Spared her that pain? But he had been a fool, he had let Hayate shatter her. And then it had been too late.
A line drawn.
He should have chosen her.
He should have chosen her.
He should have chosen her.
How many times had he been haunted by that conviction during that endless span when they were seperated? He had done what he thought was right. He had chosen his morals, the worlds, and his brothers over her. He had sworn to protect her. Serve her. Work with her. Be her partner and her ally. But when she had needed him most... He chose the world over her. He had been so sure he had been doing what was the right thing.
But the pain. Every moment after. The pain told him that he had made the wrong choice. But he kept telling himself it was over. He had done what he had to do. He had betrayed her, but saved the worlds. That he had no choice, he had to do it.
And then...
And then she was back. It had all been for nothing. Her pain. His pain. HER PAIN. For nothing. So this time he chose her. He promised her all of him. He was hers to do with as she pleased. Whatever would make her pain ease. Use him. Accept his love. Kill him. Anything.
But this was her choice...?
Sealing him away?
Water ran down his face. Rain. Tears. It was all the same.
His head lifted. Even without his powers his hearing was keener than most. The rain didn't stop him from hearing someone approach.
This land was full of villains he had been told. He was here, he was going to stop them. Weapons or no weapons. Powers or no powers. He was evil for her and her alone. He would give her the worlds, all of them. Hers. To save or destroy, to rule or ruin.
He stood to face whoever approached, keeping the high ground of the roof's peak. He swished his dark cloak behind himself dramatically, the wt fabric snapping loudly. If there was one thing he understood, it was how to use sound to his advantage.
"Who comes?" he demanded, voice booming through the rain. Who was he going to have to end tonight?