巴 マミ ✿ mami tomoe (
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"come, come," I hear it calling me
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gentlecuteside,
revolutionized,
waha
Date: 2/14~ and onward, spanning the length of the event.
Summary: The magic of the Gardens draws Mami to each of these three girls in turn, and them to her, keeping the pair locked together until both reveal something to the other.
Warnings: Should be nothing, will edit if anything comes up.
[Mami is no stranger to the feeling of her heart fluttering in her chest, the sensation of being tugged by the fragile strings toward another. She's also no stranger to resisting it and making the lessening of distance a slow and cautious thing, if she allows it to happen at all. Gradual, like some intricate, orbiting dance of light footsteps and restrained movements.
The magic at play affords her that much, at least, but no amount of digging in her heels and shoving away the feeling of being pulled can stop the inevitable from happening.]
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Date: 2/14~ and onward, spanning the length of the event.
Summary: The magic of the Gardens draws Mami to each of these three girls in turn, and them to her, keeping the pair locked together until both reveal something to the other.
Warnings: Should be nothing, will edit if anything comes up.
[Mami is no stranger to the feeling of her heart fluttering in her chest, the sensation of being tugged by the fragile strings toward another. She's also no stranger to resisting it and making the lessening of distance a slow and cautious thing, if she allows it to happen at all. Gradual, like some intricate, orbiting dance of light footsteps and restrained movements.
The magic at play affords her that much, at least, but no amount of digging in her heels and shoving away the feeling of being pulled can stop the inevitable from happening.]
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Oh, I'd believe it. Don't we all teach how we were taught, usually?
[She takes a step forward, tests the strength of the ice with one foot.]
Hey, you know, I wish it was spring already. I'd like to go swimming again. Maybe even find that rope swing - remember?
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[Utena exhales; the breath escapes her in a burst of foggy air. Her focus stays on the iced-over lake.] I remember...mm, I'd like to swim again too.
[She tucks in her knees close to her chest. The memory of Vanille flickers to the forefront of her mind, and then it's gone. She wonders if people really do go home when they leave this place. Sometimes she isn't sure if her own return trip was real or not.] It's too bad we don't have skates. I wonder if the ice is strong enough for that.
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[A pause, and Mami takes a second step out on the ice, putting her full weight on the frozen rime. And maybe it's stupid of her - maybe it's reckless and foolish and not like Mami at all. But she tells herself that she could jump back quickly, that she's close enough to shore for it to be okay even if she couldn't, and she doesn't entertain the idea that maybe Utena would catch her before Mami fell through into the frigid water.]
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[Utena is tense and poised to jump and catch Mami if the ice does indeed give way.]
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[Mami teases, yet there's a secret and hidden hurt somewhere deep beneath the quiet laughter in her voice. It's easy to tell herself that if Mami crashed through the ice, if she got soaked and caught a chill and died for a second time....it's easy to tell herself that it wouldn't matter. Mami's already dead - and the depths of Utena's grief would be shallow compared to if it were not Mami who turned blue and still and cold, but the Rose Bride of Ohtori.
But it doesn't matter. The ice holds, resisting her weight as Mami resists those gnawing, jealous thoughts.]
See? It's fine.
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If you're sure...huh. [An experimental tap of her heel against the ground. The dirt here seems unyielding, cold and frosted over.] I wonder if it'll give enough to use...
[She keeps one wary, concerned eye on Mami on the ice, but reaches for a thin branch and begins to tap away at the ground. It does give, with surprising ease, and Utena chalks that up to the unusual qualities of the soil in the Gardens.] Just...give me a few seconds...
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This thought process is a necessary one for all that it's also painful; dwelling on the possibly of Utena perhaps feeling the same, Ohtori or no Ohtori....nothing will come of that but crushed hope.]
All right, I won't go anywhere.
[And she doesn't, aside from taking a few short, experimental slides on the ice with her shoes. It really would be easier with skates, she muses.]
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There, it's done. Geez, I hope my hair isn't stuck this way. [She knew by now the effects of the dirt were only temporary, but it made her uneasy, nonetheless.]
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I'm sure it won't be. I'd still be small and fluffy if the magic here worked like that. [Mami regards the skates, pauses, and nods her approval.] Those look like they'll work great, Utena-san.
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[She fumbles with the laces of the skates then, instead of looking at Mami's face.] And thanks. Geez, this magic stuff's still really hard for me to get used to. I wonder if it'll ever stop being odd.
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Ah, no, I'm afraid you're mistaken. I wasn't cute in the slightest. [The tone of her voice is deceptively light.] Mm, it will in time, I suppose. I guess I hardly notice it anymore - I'm used to that sort of thing.
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[The skates fit perfectly, but Utena honestly didn't expect anything but. She stands up, and begins the awkward trek toward the ice.]
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[She, too, starts to carefully pick her way toward the frozen-over lake.]
It was pretty embarrassing, you know!
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[Utena grins, and finally gets to the ice. She's careful not too move too quickly -- ice-skating is not her strong suit.] Ah, geez. It's been a while since I've done this...
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[Mami has never ice-skated before, but she seems to take to it fairly quickly. It's calls for a grace and sense of balance that she possesses in spades, and after a few unsteady attempts, Mami is casually skating circles around Utena.
Literally.]
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I wouldn't make a good kitten. [She winds around Mami, and for a moment it almost seems as if they are dancing along the surface of the clear and frozen-over lake. But the moment passes, and Utena adjusts to instead skate beside Mami.] The blonde hair's not so bad, I guess...it's better than thinking everyone's a princess.
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[They skate side-by-side for awhile, but then Mami draws away - meanders off out upon an untouched swathe of ice. The light in her eyes dim as her thoughts turn inward; her movements are unconscious, languid, aimless. She makes idle, meaningless designs in the ice.]
I'd be a terrible princess, too. One of my friends would make a much better one. [...] Aha, and another would be even worse than me...
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[She's content to watch Mami glide along the ice for a while, but then curiosity wins over, and she speaks up again.] Which friends?
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Madoka-san, she'd be the better princess. Kind, innocent....and delicate, open and giving. The sort to cry over everyone's pain, a girl that wants to help others more than anything. [Mami takes comfort in the topic of Madoka, wrapping herself in the warmth of her precious memories; her voice has gone soft with an obvious fondness. Then she lapses into silence as she considers her next words. She performs a perfect figure 8, legs moving in elegant strides. The tugging sensation in her heart, faint now in Utena's presence but still there, lessens just a bit.]
Sakura-san, though.....
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Ah, Madoka-chan was one of my princesses. I mean, well. [She blushes, rubs the back of her neck.] You know, when I thought I was...er. But you're right; she seems very kind and gentle.
[She knew Sayaka, in passing, and Homura was an acquaintance at least, but "Sakura-san" doesn't ring a bell.] Who's Sakura-san?
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Oh, I guess you haven't met her yet, huh? Kyouko Sakura. A little taller than me, red hair about this long... [She gestures with her hands.] She's way too impatient and gruff to be anyone's idea of a princess.
[Her smile is still there, but it's dimmed slightly. Faintly sad, almost wistful for all that Mami speaks of the other girl with a certain measure of that same fondness. Less than before, though, more like a yearning for something long since lost.]
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[The change in Mami's expression is not lost on her, however, and she skates just a little closer.] Are you two friends too? Like Madoka-chan and the others.
[The unusual tug that had led her to Mami lessens somewhat, but it doesn't fade entirely.]
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Ah....We used to be. Maybe we will be again. [Mami executes a neat spin and begins skating backwards without losing speed, her eyes still distant and thoughtful.]
ffuu sorry
I think so. I don't know what happened, but...a lot of things have changed for you here, right? You even seem different from when I first met you. [A pause, and then she nods, as if deciding something.] Things have changed for the better. If it isn't rude of me to say...I don't know what this place is meant to be for someone like me, but maybe this place is like a second chance for others.
[Her eyes tilt up to the sky. It's gray today too, but it seems less dismal than the morning she'd fallen from the tree. This gray seems calm, almost peaceful...] If you've changed, maybe your friend will change too. [And here she smiles.] I think so.
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