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(0_0) Ophelia walking in on Soryn hehe

" my love, i am home. " he announces, closing the front door behind himself. when she greets him, he kisses her forehead, giving her hand a gentle, tender squeeze. " i must shower, then i will be ready for our date. " soryn assures, kissing her temple again before heading into the bathroom, peeling off his work clothes and getting into the shower once it was hot enough. gods, that feels good. being a mechanic sure does get grimy sometimes! once he's scrubbed clean, he gets out, dries off and makes his way to their bedroom. soryn sets out his outfit for tonight and steps away from the closet, stopping when he sees ophelia from the corner of his eye.

soryn focuses on her, smiling lovingly. " worry not, i am getting ready. i will not make us late for our reservation again, i promise. " he assured with a soft and sheepish chuckle. but still, she stares at him, even seeming to have that look on her face that she gets when she wants something (usually him), seeing how her gaze travels slowly over his nude form. his loving smile turns into one of amusement.

" do you want to make us late for our reservation this time, my love? "

early victorian whiskey decanter set (1841).

thinking about aggie and the "to be loved is to be changed" trend bc the two together gives me so many feelings. like she isn't a worn stuffed animal in this instance but rather she's better than she used to be. of course she used to be incredibly self conscious of herself, her confidence and self esteem hardly existed at all, she watched her weight, she hated looking at herself in the mirror for too long, took great efforts to hide her body and cover her scars. but then she met maren and a change began. i wouldn't go so far as to say she was fixed, but rather healed. her outlook on life and herself began to change for the better. it took a lot of patience and persistence on maren's part, as well as agatha also finally realizing she needed to get help and put in the effort to get better and be healthy and happy. and she did, she put in that effort and she is better. much, much better than how she used to be. she actually loves herself now and when you compliment her, sure she's still a bit humble but she accepts the compliments. she can look at herself in the mirror, she can look at her body without feeling disgust. she stopped focusing on how much she ate or wether she ate at all, even allowing herself to gain weight. she doesn't hide her scars, she wears short sleeve shirts and she wears bathing suits. the world is brighter again, it's more colorful. of course she still has her bad days, but they're fewer and more far between than they used to be. it's all thanks to maren, her daughter aurora, her friends, and even herself because self love is also important!

the smell of the rain is so overwhelmingly calm and gives me so much serotonin it’s unimaginable

" hey, look at me, okay? stay with me, it's gonna be okay, just stay with me... " toshinori pleaded with her as he held her in his arms. his heart was racing a mile a minute. he was so tired of losing the people he loved, he wasn't going to lose her too.

" the paramedics are on the way, agatha, so please... try to hold out a little longer. i know it's unfair, and you're probably tired but... please... "

it started off just fine. it could hardly even be considered a skirmish, but still, a danger to the public was a danger to the public and the villain must be apprehended. everything was going fine, she and all might had this all taken care of! but it seems there was an opponent they missed, an opponent that took an opportunity and attacked agatha. she had been relaxed and hadn't been paying attention and couldn't react quickly enough and soon enough, she's staring ahead in shock. her mask hides her expression though, and it seems to take all might a second to realize, seeing his gaze flicker down to the blood beginning to pour out from a wound in her stomach, staining her costume a deep crimson.

agatha crumples, but she doesn't feel the ground, instead feeling strong arms cradling her form. her breaths are ragged and strained, her hands trembling as she clutches her wound. " i-i-i can't— i can't h-heal myself. w-why can't i h-heal myself? " she looks up at all might, her eyes wide and frightened. why is her vision so fuzzy? why does his voice sound so far away? why does she feel so tired? this... this isn't the end, right? right? this can't be the end, not when agatha wanted so much more than this, not when she's found love, not when she finally feels happy. this can't be the end!

" toshi, i-i'm s-so afraid. please, i-i d-don't want to die. " she sobs, trying so hard to focus on him, to stay until someone else gets here, but god, it's difficult. she's so tired, she's so afraid. " p-please promise me i-i w-won't die... please. "