lighting table

Be mindful
of the bitterness
that life gifts you
at nineteen.
Do not allow
it to rob you of your hope
that one day
you will be
happy with yourself.


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Title: Nineteen
Copyright:  © Ivan Ambrose 2018
Deck: Radiant Rider Waite
Challenge: TWJ Birthday Challenge by @tarotwithjeff
Day: Sixteen | Light And Dark
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tuesday, 16th; glass

 

    The cup in my room is filled with water, daily

     It is always transparent, the little piece

     on my table, gathering light

     and             letting it go

     so many things to give 
     
     countless cups are filled

     every year, as I am filled


     with many things, as I can

     pour things out of my  self 


     But when is it too much

     to bear?


     When does even water weigh

     too much for you, dear cup?


       And who cares to ask    an

              empty piece of glass

     about the sad part of fulfillment

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Summary:

Marinette loves her friends and Adrien can’t deal. Post-reveal, pre-relationship.

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng loved with a fierce sort of affection that gently destroyed him.

She wasn’t grand gestures or loud declarations or flashy devotion.

She was thoughtful moments and quiet attention and unwavering loyalty.

It took Adrien an embarrassingly long time to recognize it for what it was.  When everything he knew was detachment and afterthought his compass for affection was nearly non-existent.  He knew Nathalie’s cold comfort and his father’s broken promises and Chloe’s noisy fawning. He knew conditions and strings and if-thens.

He didn’t understand second chances.

Striving. Everyone in his life was striving.

They put their careers, their hopes, their reputation on his shoulders and poked and prodded and pulled until he smiled just right and spoke just so and moved just there.

And he didn’t know any different.

Until he did.

She loved in the little ways.

She loved in passing moments and quiet gestures and thoughtfully in a way that was almost careless.  In a way that was so very Marinette.

Adrien had always been careful, but in the five weeks since he found out the Truth he felt like his shoes were made of glass and every next step could be the one to shatter him.

A problem when every shy smile, confused blush, and rapid fluttering of blue, blue eyes made him feel like dancing, glass be damned.

Marinette was Ladybug.

In removing the mask he had been gifted with the knowledge that his best friend was never really as far away as she seemed.  Ladybug was untouchable.  Marinette was so very, very there.

It somehow made everything more vivid, more terrifying,

just more.

It had been painfully awkward of course. Because of course it was when she was so adamant about keeping their identities a secret.

Fortunately for him, Marinette never was good at telling the restrooms apart.

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