Owl to Kurama

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

It really shouldn't be this hard to find words, right? However, finding the right words, even with all the languages I do know is not easy. So, the letter ends up being rather short, but the implications carry my intent. And, I'm sure he's smart enough to get them.

Kurama,

Arigatou gozaimasu

M

((OOC: The implications are "This means, literally, 'It is difficult to be.' We can interpret this more loosely as, 'Such kindness (as you have shown me_ is rare,' or in more fanciful words, 'It is difficult for me to continue to exist after having been overwhelmed by such kindness.'" --Easy Japanese: A guide to spoken and written Japanese by Jack Sweard c1992, page 31))

Sockpuppeting and Open RP: A Thoughtful Brice

[angelicbadboy.livejournal.com]

((First cut leads to an explanation on where Brice and Lola were and why Mel is in the dark about it (WARNING: very lengthy), and the other is an invite to go say hi to the pondering angel boy. =) ))

( I had all of these minstrels bring me roses, strike up the band / Everything revolves ‘round you, babe / Try to understand it / ‘Bout the way that I been loving you, baby / That ain’t nothing like I, like I love you now )

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Brice sat leaning against a tree by the lake, enjoying some of the last sunshine of the summer. Twoey was off somewhere chasing sparrows, and he could hear her happy yapping somewhere in the back of his mind, but his thoughts were focused on something entirely different. They were on the small velvet box resting in his hands. He’d already opened and closed it several times, just to make sure the ring was still there. It always was, but he kept checking, nervously, as if he expected some nasty imp or whatever sneak up and snatch it from him.

So, how was one to go about actually asking? He’d already pictured several extravagant proposals, ranging from spelling it out in seashells on the beach (Mel’s favourite place) to taking her on a hot-air balloon ride and pop the question while they were looking out on the world she had just helped saving, but they seemed... big. And sure, it was a big deal, but at the same time he didn’t want to make it huge. Like he’d told Lola, it wasn’t a real proposal. Just a... question. A promise that he’d like to make that kind of commitment to her, some day, when they were less young and stupid. He didn’t want to make it more than that. The last time he’d asked her, as a last resort, to try and make things better when he messed up, she’d panicked and looked like she wanted to run away. Like a trapped animal. He’d rather not go through that again. So it had to be... calming.

Brice sighed and closed the box again. He turned it over in his hands, looked over the lake, and wondered on just how out of his depth he actually was.