Fehu: domestic cattle, wealth | possessions won
or earned, earned income, luck / abundance, financial strength in the
present or near future / sign of hope and plenty, success and
happiness / social success / energy, foresight, fertility,
creation/destruction | reversedor merkstave: loss of
personal property, esteem, or something that you put in effort to
keep / indicates some sort of failure / greed, burnout, atrophy,
discord / cowardice, stupidity, dullness, poverty, slavery,
Uruz: auroch, a wild ox | physical strength and
speed, untamed potential / time of great energy and health / freedom,
energy, action, courage, strength, tenacity, understanding, wisdom / sudden or unexpected changes (usually for the better) / sexual desire,
masculine potency / the shaping of power and pattern, formulation of
the self | reversed or merkstave: weakness, obsession,
misdirected force, domination by others / sickness, inconsistency,
ignorance / lust, brutality, rashness, callousness,
Thurisaz: thorn or a Giant | reactive force,
directed force of destruction and defense, conflict. Instinctual
will, vital eroticism, regenerative catalyst / tendency toward
change / catharsis, purging, cleansing fire / male sexuality,
fertilization | reversed or merkstave: danger, defenselessness, compulsion, betrayal,
dullness / evil, malice, hatred, torment, spite, lies / a bad man or
Ansuz: the As, ancestral god, i.e. Odin | a revealing message or insight, communication / signals, inspiration,
enthusiasm, speech, true vision, power of words and naming / blessings, the taking of advice / good health, harmony, truth, wisdom | reversed or merkstave: misunderstanding, delusion, manipulation
by others, boredom / vanity and grandiloquence
Raidho: wagon or chariot | travel, both in
physical terms and those of lifestyle direction | a journey, vacation,
relocation, evolution, change of place or setting / seeing a larger
perspective / seeing the right move for you to make and deciding upon
it / personal rhythm, world rhythm, dance of life | reversed or merkstave: crisis, rigidity, stasis, injustice, irrationality / disruption, dislocation, demotion, delusion, possibly a
Kenaz: beacon or torch | vision, revelation,
knowledge, creativity, inspiration, technical ability / vital fire of
life, harnessed power, fire of transformation and regeneration / power
to create your own reality, the power of light / open to new strength,
energy, and power now / passion, sexual love | reversed or merkstave: disease, breakup, instability, lack of creativity / nakedness, exposure, loss of illusion and false hope
Gebo: gift | gifts, both in the sense of
sacrifice and of generosity, indicating balance / all matters in
relation to exchanges, including contracts, personal relationships
and partnerships | merkstave: greed, loneliness, dependence, over-sacrifice / obligation, toll, privation, bribery
Wunjo: joy | joy,
comfort, pleasure / fellowship, harmony, prosperity / ecstasy, glory,
spiritual reward, but also the possibility of going “over the top” / if restrained, the meaning is general success and recognition of
worth |reversed or merkstave: stultification, sorrow, strife,
alienation / delirium, intoxication, possession by higher forces,
impractical enthusiasm / raging frenzy, berzerker
Hagalaz: hail | wrath of nature, destructive,
uncontrolled forces, especially the weather, or within the
unconscious / tempering, testing, trial / controlled crisis, leading to
completion, inner harmony | merkstave: natural disaster, catastrophe / stagnation, loss of power / pain, loss, suffering, hardship, sickness,
Nauthiz: need | delays, restriction / resistance
leading to strength, innovation, need-fire (self-reliance) / distress,
confusion, conflict, and the power of will to overcome them / endurance, survival, determination / time to exercise patience / recognition of one’s fate / major self-initiated change / face your
fears | reversed or merkstave: constraint of freedom,
distress, toil, drudgery, laxity / necessity, extremity, want,
deprivation, starvation, need, poverty, emotional hunger
Isa: ice | a challenge or frustration / psychological blocks to thought or activity, including grievances / standstill, or a time to turn inward and wait for what is to come, or
to seek clarity / reinforces runes around it | merkstave: ego-mania,
dullness, blindness, dissipation / treachery, illusion, deceit,
betrayal, guile, stealth, ambush, plots
a year, a good harvest / the results
of earlier efforts are realized / time of peace and happiness,
fruitful season / can break through stagnancy / hopes and
expectations of peace and prosperity / the promise of success earned / life cycle, cyclical pattern of the universe / everything changes, in
its own time | merkstave: sudden setback, reversals / a major change, repetition,
bad timing, poverty, conflict
Eihwaz: yew tree | strength, reliability,
dependability, trustworthiness / enlightenment, endurance / defense,
protection / the driving force to acquire, providing motivation and a
sense of purpose / indicates that you have set your sights on a
reasonable target and can achieve your goals / an honest man who can
be relied upon | reversed or merkstave: confusion, destruction,
Perthro: lot cup, vagina | uncertain meaning, a
secret matter, a mystery, hidden things and occult abilities.
Initiation, knowledge of one’s destiny, knowledge of future matters,
determining the future or your path / pertaining to things feminine,
feminine mysteries including female fertility etc. / good lot,
fellowship and joy / evolutionary change | reversed or merkstave: addiction, stagnation, loneliness, malaise
Algiz: elk, protection | protection, a
shield / the protective urge to shelter oneself or others / defense,
warding off of evil, shield, guardian / connection with the gods,
awakening, higher life. It can be used to channel energies
appropriately / follow your instincts / keep hold of success or
maintain a position won or earned | reversed: or merkstave: hidden danger, consumption by divine forces, loss of divine link / taboo, warning, turning away, that which repels
Sowilo: the sun | success, goals achieved, honor / the life-force, health / a time when power will be available to you
for positive changes in your life, victory, health, and success / contact between the higher self and the unconscious / holeness,
power, elemental force, sword of flame, cleansing fire | merkstave: false goals, bad counsel, false success, gullibility, loss of goals / destruction, retribution, justice, casting down of vanity / wrath of
Tyr, the sky god | honour, justice,
leadership and authority / analysis, rationality / knowing where one’s
true strengths lie / willingness to self-sacrifice / victory and
success in any competition or in legal matters | reversed or merkstave: one’s energy and creative flow are blocked/ mental
paralysis, over-analysis, over-sacrifice, injustice, imbalance / strife, war, conflict, failure in competition / dwindling passion,
difficulties in communication, and possibly separation
Berkano: Berchta, the birch-goddess | birth,
general fertility, both mental and physical and personal growth,
liberation / regenerative power and light of spring, renewal, promise
of new beginnings, new growth / arousal of desire / a love affair or
new birth / the prospering of an enterprise or venture | reversed or merkstave: family problems and or domestic troubles / anxiety about someone close to you / carelessness, abandon, loss of
control / blurring of consciousness, deceit, sterility,
Ehwaz: horse, two horses | transportation / may
represent a horse, car, plane, boat or other vehicle / movement and
change for the better / gradual development and steady progress are
indicated / harmony, teamwork, trust, loyalty / an ideal marriage or
partnership / confirmation beyond doubt the meanings of the runes
around it | reversed or merkstave: not really a negative
rune / a change is perhaps craved / feeling restless or confined in a
situation / reckless haste, disharmony, mistrust, betrayal
Mannaz: man, mankind | the Self; the individual
or the human race / your attitude toward others and their attitudes
towards you / friends and enemies, social order. Intelligence,
forethought, create, skill, ability / divine structure, intelligence,
awareness / expect to receive some sort of aid or cooperation now | reversed or merkstave: depression, mortality, blindness,
self-delusion / cunning, slyness, manipulation, craftiness,
calculation / expect no help now
Laguz: water, or a leek | flow, water, sea, a
fertility source, the healing power of renewal / life energy and
organic growth / imagination and psychic matters / dreams, fantasies,
mysteries, the unknown, the hidden, the deep, the underworld / success
in travel or acquisition, but with the possibility of loss | reversed or merkstave: an indication of a period of confusion in your
life / you may be making wrong decisions and poor judgements / lack of
creativity and feelings of being in a rut / fear, circular motion,
avoidance, withering / madness, obsession, despair, perversity,
Ingwaz: Ing, the earth god | male fertility,
gestation, internal growth / common virtues, common sense, simple
strengths, family love, caring, human warmth, the home / rest stage, a
time of relief, of no anxiety / a time when all loose strings are tied
and you are free to move in a new direction / listen to yourself | merkstave: impotence, movement without change / poduction, toil,
Dagaz: day or dawn. | breakthrough, awakening,
awareness / daylight clarity as opposed to nighttime uncertainty /
time to plan or embark upon an enterprise / the power of change
directed by your own will, transformation / hope and happiness, the ideal / security and certainty / growth and release / balance point, the place
where opposites meet | merkstave: a completion, ending, limit, coming full
circle / blindness, hopelessness
Othala: ancestral property | inherited property
or possessions, a house, a home / what is truly important to one / group order, group prosperity / lLand of birth, spiritual heritage,
experience and fundamental values / aid in spiritual and physical
journeys / source of safety, increase and abundance | reversed
or merkstave: lack of customary order, totalitarianism, slavery,
poverty, homelessness / bad karma, prejudice, clannishness,
provincialism / what a man is bound to
I saw this post I made a little while ago come back across my dash recently and it made me want to kick up the idea of a Farm-Boy Danny AU again, so let’s start this sucker off-
At the end of TUE, Clockwork doesn’t save Danny’s family and friends and they all die in the explosion. Now faced with the very real possibility of following his evil future self’s path, he outright refuses to live with Vlad and instead begs his Aunt Alicia to let him stay with her.
She really doesn’t have the space or experience to take care of a teenager but Danny is determined. He even counters the child service’s complaints about lack of space and amenities by offering to let Alicia use his inheritance to renovate her home, and even sells off some of his parent’s inventions to the GIW for extra money (it’s not like he’ll be around for them to use it on)
In the end through sheer stubborn force of will he gets everyone to agree and starts a new life helping Alicia to cultivate her farm, which begins to prosper much more thanks to Danny’s extra cash getting in some new livestock and veggie gardens. Unfortunately the entire time is spent with Vlad breathing down their necks looking for legal loopholes to get Danny out of Alicia’s custody and into his. He even stoops to having Skulker seek them out, raise a little hell and just make things all out difficult for them to keep the farm in one piece since if Alicia can’t keep up a good cash flow to take care of them both then Vlad can have Danny taken from her.
Part of the reason Danny’s mental condition stagnated in his original aborted timeline was because living with Vlad and having everything handed to him he had nothing to do but lock himself in his room and dwell on his thoughts and make himself more miserable.
Living on a farm Danny finds himself far more busy and finds less time to dwell on his thoughts. The times when he does think about his family and friends he has Alicia there with him, who’ll notice his funk and immediately start sharing funny stories from her and Maddie’s childhood. Danny will, in return, share funny stories about the shenanigans him and his friends would always get up to. Having Alicia understand his pain (after all, she did just lose her only sister) and help to keep him dwelling on positive memories helps him to heal just a little bit more easily.
He keeps his ghost powers a secret from Alicia, mostly because he hasn’t yet figured out her opinion on ghosts and he hasn’t seen any reason to tell her. As it is he rarely slips into ghost form any more except to go out on late night flights and occasionally kick Skulker off the premises, but he does use his powers to help him with farm work whenever he feels like it. Although some days when he’s in a particularly bad funk he’ll do it all like a regular human.
Things go fairly well (besides the occasional sabotage attempt by either Vlad or his cronies) until Danny’s ice powers start kicking in. Having no way of controlling them and no access to the Far Frozen for help besides Vlad’s portal (he’d had the Fenton portal deactivated and taken apart before leaving Amity Park, he didn’t want the ghost’s coming through and destroying everything while he was gone) Danny’s powers continue to grow out of control. Of course eventually Alicia notices that something’s up and Danny can’t play it off as an illness for very long, especially with his temperature consistently plummeting. When everything he touches starts turning to ice under his fingers he realises that he has to come clean with Alicia, or she’s going to discover his secret herself.
But even then it might not matter if he can’t get his powers under control and stop himself from slipping him into an unintentional hibernation.
I was thinking about the V that was not only on the wrist in Ishida’s new art but also Kaneki’s face.
The first thing that came to mind was the organization of V, but also the good old Roman numeral for 5 which means TAROT CARDS. The fifth tarot card is the Hierophant which is symbolistic of tradition, religion, conformity, and beliefs.
Which can tell a lot about the current situations and the future which is insert the cut
Which fits with V which is an organization built to keep the Washuu’s lie in tact, and keep this system, the birdcage intact. It makes sense that it would be a force dragging Kaneki down, as it is what he is fighting against. But it’s caressing him in this case as if it was a lover. Which gives the impression that it’s someone who really cares about him, or someone trying to in a figurative “dark side” look more alluring or tempting him to go there. Yet, the way that the V looks on the arm, it looks like it was carved in and bleeding, like someone forced the mark onto them.
Yet, the one on Kaneki is a bit of a different story, as the meaning of the Hierophant tarot card has two very particular meanings that fit Kaneki;tradition and beliefs. Kaneki is someone who has been traditional, on for example would be with the way that after Touka told Kaneki she was pregnant he asked her to marry him something that is very traditional in a sense. Another and even bigger is the way that Kaneki is stuck in his beliefs. One of the major examples of it is with the lessons that his mother taught him and his own personal beliefs he has built over time. One of the major beliefs that he has is from his mother that iconic
Which as much as Kaneki seems to have seen the bad part of that logic, it’s still a major part of him, and his willingness to take the burden on himself instead of others. Taking fault in anything even something not necessarily in his control as a lack of strength. This is combined with Kaneki’s his strange and select form of justice, where only certain people are allowed to live. Those include humans as a whole, as he has never killed a human himself, and a select few ghouls
Yet there is something that has become very apparent and that is the fact that his whole entire reason for even putting up a fight against V and the CCG is because of his love for others. He decided to go along with what Arima asked him to fix the wrongs that had been down to him for a future generation. Kaneki went through with it because it was someone he cared about and Eto manipulated him into believing becoming the king was the only way. Yet, as we all know that he was using it as an excuse to live, in a situation where he had little will to live. A part of him doesn’t want this change, he doesn’t want to hurt humans and in doing so, he has made little progress in that regard of actually making a difference.
However, there has been one major change in Kaneki which is centered around one character in particular and that’s Touka. He married Touka and is having a child with her, and in his own words he loves her, and wants to live to protect her.
Since this we have seen a small change in Kaneki with him both deciding to try to take a more active approach, no more passive aggressive.
He also has taken an active approach in the survival of goat through going to get a proper source of food. Which conveniently is the reason that he isn’t there doing his one desire to live which is protect her. He might have left people there to protect the 24th ward but he wasn’t personally there himself. What if instead of Touka being killed she was taken by the Oggai instead, thus in many ways would be a chokehold on Kaneki and goat. Kaneki would not have any choice because of his reason to live is goat, he would go after her, making Touka a better scapegoat then Yoriko. What is so interesting about this though is the recent call back to the choices that people have to make, most in particular is with Kaneki as it is a major theme for him. His inability to pick a side when it comes to choices, but Kaneki made a major breakthrough through one that Touka made. In choosing the more probable option of keeping her family together and safe, over the risk of losing Kaneki to save her friend which isn’t likely. Kaneki in many ways was confused over this choice even brought back to a time when he was with Yamori.
This in mind it would make a lot of sense that Kaneki will come to a point of where he will have to make an important choice. One that by the black tears that are falling from Kaneki and spreading to the hand reaching for him say one thing death. Kaneki might be brought back to that moment where he has to choose between the life of Touka or that of his child. That or maybe something as serious of choosing between the survival of Goat or that of Touka, the lives and future of ghouls or that of someone he loves. Can you imagine the comedy of it which fits Furuta, making the figurehead of the revolution betray his own fight. It would make sense for Kaneki to do that as he stated he doesn’t care for ghouls in general just those he cares about. That or Kaneki won’t make a choice and it will create an even larger mess. But one thing is certain this picture points to a dark future path.
Summary: A nonathletic!Jack fic, where grad student and history nerd, Jack Zimmermann meets the cute Samwell student/baker Eric Bittle at the Bread and Butter Bakery. Will the two make a love connection? For @devereauxsdisease and @victorineb who love this incarnation of Jack as much as I do.
They’d chatted at the bakery enough times that Bitty was able to pull the information from Jack. He’d started coming to the bakery about four weeks ago, and during that time Bitty became more and more charmed with the second year grad student.
He always sat in the corner armchair, ordered a black coffee, two macarons and a slice of whatever the pie of the day was. Bitty first noticed him when he came in to order a slice of Weary Willie cake.
Bitty loved his job at the bakery, it gave him some extra cash while he attended Samwell. Whenever Bitty was there, he was the de facto person in charge. Shirley and Spencer, the owners of Bread and Butter adored Bitty.
“We never had any kids of our own, so you’re the closest thing to it, Bitty,” Shirley said to him one evening over a cup of earl grey tea.
So Bitty stood there, face to face with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen the first time Jack walked in. The Clark Kent glasses in front of them did nothing to hide the fact that they were beautiful. It was a good face, a handsome face. He was burly and tall, and Bitty loved that. He smiled, and Bitty’s body language invited Blue Eyes to speak.
“Can I get a slice of the Weary Willie cake?”
“Sure can, handsome,” Bitty said as he began to ring up Blue Eyes’ order, who blushed furiously. “What else can I do you for?”
“Coffee. Black. Medium, please,” he replied looking down at the counter.
“Why don’t you go find yourself a seat and I’ll bring it out to you,” Bitty said with a warm smile.
“Thank you,” Blue Eyes said softly and then turned to walk toward the corner armchair.
When Bitty approached, Blue Eyes had pulled out a laptop and several textbooks, the one on top of the pile was called Foundations of Modern European Intellectual History.
“Doing a little light reading, huh?” Bitty said as he put the cake and coffee on the side table.
“Oh, haha. Yes.”
“Do you go to Samwell?”
“I’m finishing up my masters in history there,” he said as he held up his book.
“That’s great. I haven’t seen you here before,” Bitty said wanting to know more about History Blue Eyes.
“I saw the chalkboard outside listing the Weary Willie cake and the history nerd in me became curious.”
“Look at you! You certainly are a history major.”
“Did you make the cake?” Jack asked raising his eyebrows.
“Sure did. My moomaw had the recipe from her mama.”
“Well, it’s not often I find a somewhat obscure historical reference on my way back to the history building.”
Our hearts are broken. The shockwaves of grief and denial are still sweeping through our family as we come to grips with what has happened.
You touched so many lives, maybe even more than you realized. In the past few days, we’ve seen an outpouring of love and support, both public and private, from around the world. Talinda and the family appreciate it, and want the world to know that you were the best husband, son, and father; the family will never be whole without you.
Talking with you about the years ahead together, your excitement was infectious. Your absence leaves a void that can never be filled—a boisterous, funny, ambitious, creative, kind, generous voice in the room is missing. We’re trying to remind ourselves that the demons who took you away from us were always part of the deal. After all, it was the way you sang about those demons that made everyone fall in love with you in the first place. You fearlessly put them on display, and in doing so, brought us together and taught us to be more human. You had the biggest heart, and managed to wear it on your sleeve.
Our love for making and performing music is inextinguishable. While we don’t know what path our future may take, we know that each of our lives was made better by you. Thank you for that gift. We love you, and miss you so much.
Until we see you again,
The official Linkin Park Statement on Chesters Suicide
Summary: You and you boyfriend Lance have come a really long way together, but what happens when he overhears a conversation about your true feelings, and confronts you about it.
Lance Tucker X Reader
Word Count: 1508
Warnings: Some angst. Bad Language.
Prompt: “Will I ever be enough?”
A/N: This is for the fucking amazing @just-some-drabbles 4K follower rom-com challenge! (Once again, Congratulations, you’re ridiculously amazing and talented). I really hope that this is okay! (And it fits well with your challenge! If it’s not, please tell me and I will happily re-write it for you so it does!)
thank you for becoming a part of infinite, allowing me the privilege of having once known a group of seven boys who shared such a strong bong it was touching to witness.
thank you for giving your all to infinite, for putting in so much effort and working ceaselessly to deliver your best at all times despite the various obstacles in your path.
thank you for your existence, for playing such an instrumental role in contributing to the best years of my teens along with the rest of infinite.
even though you are no longer a part of infinite, i’m deeply grateful for all the beautiful memories you have left me. i only wish for the best with whatever you have decided to do in the future and hope that maybe one day in the future, our paths may cross again, one way or another.
Journal #18: A Comprehensive List of Every Possible Thing That Could Go Wrong if I’m Sent to Train With Luke
Through copious amounts of worrying serious contemplation, and several sleepless nights, I have compiled this list of Things That Could Go Wrong if I’m Sent to Train With Luke. The title says it’s comprehensive, but there are probably way more things that I can’t think of right now.
a/n: a short story I wrote for a writing club meeting.
There once was girl who was cursed by a mischievous jinn. Her parents stared on in horror as he laughed and said-
“No caveats. A wish free of strings.”
And then he disappeared.
But they had little to fear, because their daughter was also blessed with a bone deep wisdom. Her curiosity was crossed with brambles of temperance, a little bit of blooming pragmatism that prevented her from ever using the wish.
Her first test came when she was six.
She’d wanted a pony for so long…but there was no room in her bed and no room in her yard.
And while the wish battered at her pursed lips, she staunchly refused. The stars were glittering outside her window, beckoning her to make her wish. But she merely shook her head, and wrote down her desire in her yearly to Santa Claus.
She knew it wouldn’t give her what she wanted, but it was the best way to save herself the heartache of a wish.
Because there’s always a catch to the see sort of things.
She grows up with lessons of hard work. Her parents were immigrants. People who believed that the best of life could be reached through effort. So her blessed wish is tucked to the back of her memories.
She lives as she learns. Everything tastes so much sweeter with effort, and even when her hands are rough and she makes terrible mistakes, she simply laughs and files away that lesson for later.
She lives a good life into young adulthood.
And then it becomes one of bittersweetness.
Her mother is cursed with a failing body. The wish is close to breaking through. She’s close to her beside, and when she’s just about to say it, her mother’s eyes flare open and wildly look at her.
Her frail fingers wrap around her wrist and she says.
“Don’t. This is the way it should be.”
The girl merely weeps in agreement, and she learns to live with the lifelong resentment her father looks at her with after her mother passes.
So she lives and loves.
She meets a man. She loves him enough to tell him about her curse.
He calls it a blessing. That should have tipped her off to the worst part of him.
He’s loving. He’s cheerful. But she can’t really blame him for his greed. Ambition is a wonderfully potent thing, and when it clouds your sight, you’ll hurt to get what you want.
He hurts her. With words and with lovers.
He tells her, if you loved me, you would make that wish for me.
Still, her wisdom wins out over her aching, shattered love. She gathers the remnants of what she once felt for him, and hurls them into the depths of her soul.
There’s no need for a clean goodbye.
When he wakes to an empty bed and half the closet free, he regrets.
But she’s long since flown away, her wish trailing despondently behind her.
She travels instead.
She lets the love of humanity fill her to the brim, lets her smile unfurl for those she meets in a strange new land. She helps where she can and learns what she wants.
It’s an existence that comes not without a bit of effort, because in a distant land, she finds a jinn.
It’s a starry night. Her campfire is starkly bright orange against the dark rolling hills of the desert. The bedouins she travels with tell her stories, and when they head off to sleep, one by one, she stays awake. Listening to the crackling of the fire.
It seems to speak, and she swears she can hear it say-
“Why do you not make a wish?”
She answers with a smile of her own, slightly apprehensive that she speaks to a fire.
“Because I want to make my own path.”
The fire remains silent, innocently burning.
“Your own path?” The response comes from a delicately featured man who sits beside her.
He’s dressed in the robes of her travel companions. White and flowing, but his smile is curious and his eyes are golden as the embers that burn close to her toes.
She doesn’t know him.
But there’s something that unfolds at the back of her mind. An answer that tumbles like starlight to the tip of her tongue as she clamps down on her will.
He’s dangerously beckoning. Dangerously uncorking her curiosity.
But she stands firm in her humanity.
“I have no need for wishes, jinn.” She mutters stubbornly, picking at the folds of her blanket. She pointedly meets his gaze, determination etched into her expression. “As a matter of fact, if it’s in your ability, would you please take away the one you gave me.”
He laughs. It’s round, pretty type of laugh that sends shivers down her spine.
And then he shakes his head.
“I wasn’t the jinn that gave you that wish. But it calls me. It trails off of you like a comets’ tail. Are you sure you don’t want it granted?”
She shakes her head firmly, and she merely looks up at the star strewn sky.
“No thank you. I’m content.”
“Content. Not happy?”
“Happy too. And sad. And angry…and everything that I want to feel.”She simply shrugs.
“Curious…very curious. And would you rather spend the rest of your days wondering what would have happened if..”
“If what?” She asks dully, and then sighs. “If I’d wished for my mother to live? If I’d wished to be accepted into that graduate program? If I’d wished for my ex to be successful?”
“If you’d wished for a small horse.” He adds in blithely. And then he gives that same infuriating lovely laugh.
“Sure. If I’d wished for a pony, I’d be more than content…at that moment…when I was eight. If I’d wished she had lived, I would have lost her eventually and she would have hated me for taking away her choice. If I’d wished him success, would he have still loved me?”
She unravels for a bit as she says all of this, and he sees beyond the frustration and the hurt. She’s genuinely living. Hurting and laughing and understanding.
“And you’re correct. Who’s to say that the road not taken would have been a better life?”
“I can’t say. But life’s too short to regret.” She smiles at him. “But I’m going to keep going forward, even if all I am in the end is a shooting star that can’t last.”
“Fair choice.” He agrees and with a musing look. “I could learn much from you.”
“You could learn much from yourself, jinn.”
He makes his own wish. That he may stay to learn a bit more of how to live a life not plagued by certainty.
“May I stay with you until I learn?” He asks quietly, and while he may have an inkling of the future, his path is uncertain for once.
The girl simply shrugs her shoulders underneath her blanket.
He hums in gratitude, and they watch the stars wheel across the sky into a watery dawn. The wish trailing from her like a shooting star, and his own wish crackling like a patient fire.
His presence is explained in vague terms to her travel companions and is accepted with little suspicion.
And they live a life of learning and regrets. But still she makes no wish, and still, he stays by her side.
She grows old. He’s a being of magic and mayhem, and he does not.
As she’s dying, he holds her withered hand in between his. He is tearful, and for once, her curiosity is free from its bounds and it sparks in her eyes.
“Your wish…you’re falling, my dearest friend.”He tells her, his tears falling hot and heavy against her wrinkled smile.
And she whispers her last words-
“I wish I had lived a life where I made a wish.”
He doesn’t have anything to say to that, because she slumps back onto her pillow.
She made her wish while she still lived. There’s nothing left for him to grant.
He understands then what she had known all along. The value of accepting your choices is a precious thing.