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alwaysbeenasmilertitle: Hyuga's Letter
Prompt: Love Letters from![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
lands_of_magic
fandom: Xenogears
notes: Sigurd's lettter as well as Hyuga's were never sent-- and sometimes those unsent letters hold the most truth.
Citan Uzuki's workshop behind his and Yui's home was for the most part always cluttered and full of projects he'd started and then lost enthusiasm for; a half cast automation of one of the robots to be found up in Solaris, occasionally if you pressed a button it would sing a popular song from 10 years ago, a large burdensome contraption that looked like it could do quite a bit more but really only knew how to brew coffee and a half forgotten music box that he still hadn't managed to get to play no matter how much he worked on the gears. This was the workshop of a man who liked to continually keep his mind busy. However in the corner was a little desk with a flickering lamp and hidden in one of the drawers at the very bottom was a letter splotched with faded ink blots still holding the lingering scent of green tea.
Sigurd of my heart,
It has been so long and I do not quite know how to start, I have attempted to start many letters in the past and something has always stopped my hand-- seized me, perhaps it is the fact that there are so many other things with which to occupy my time and energy-- things that would be more useful in the long run. There are so many projects here in this workshop that need completing and it seems as if my work is never done. I feel with certainty that if you saw this workshop, you would likely have a good chuckle at my expense, perhaps a well timed, "That is so totally like you, Hyu" and then you would drag me out to do something that -you- found to be productive (Please forgive me, I have never stopped using those -Solarian Italics-, I suppose you can take the man out of Solaris, but you cannot take the Solaris out of the man, eh?)
I do have someone to drag me out though for the most part she is very respectful of my space as well as of the past that I had before we met-- so when I am here in my sanctuary, she will call me out to make sure that I eat properly and that I retire to bed at a decent time somewhat before midnight. In that respect, perhaps she is very much like you-- though where you were a sunny beach that we used to dream about, she is a gentle river flowing past mountains and fields-- reminding me of my way if I happen to lose it.
This letter is silly, really. I doubt I will ever send it, after all I would not know where to send it to in the first place. Are you in the deserts of Aveh? Perhaps you are in Kislev or even sailing the seas of Aquavy; all of those places I could imagine you easily. Such a large world and with us being only two people, somehow there are possibilities between us, a distance that I cannot quantify but those sheer possibilites also manifest them in formulas and odds going through my head (Yes, Sigurd-- I still dream in numbers, diagrams and logic-- but occasionally there will be colours and sunlight as well.)
Contentment is such a surreal thing, is it not? That state where you are not precisely happy, but you feel as if your lot in life is not a horrible thing and while it is not what you would of chosen for yourself, it is the exact thing that you may need. I am content and while yes, I -do- have questions about where you are, what you have been doing up til this point in your life, and perhaps also wondering if you miss me like I so ardently miss you. I would understand if you did not as it was so very long time ago and attributed the fleeting fancies of two teenaged boys.
Please take care, Sigurd. Tis my hope and my prayer (funny that, a prayer from someone who does not believe that a god exists) that you are well; never does a day go by in my busy life where I do not tarry a moment to think about you-- even if it is the space of a moment or two.
Yours,
Hyu
Prompt: Love Letters from
lands_of_magicfandom: Xenogears
notes: Sigurd's lettter as well as Hyuga's were never sent-- and sometimes those unsent letters hold the most truth.
Citan Uzuki's workshop behind his and Yui's home was for the most part always cluttered and full of projects he'd started and then lost enthusiasm for; a half cast automation of one of the robots to be found up in Solaris, occasionally if you pressed a button it would sing a popular song from 10 years ago, a large burdensome contraption that looked like it could do quite a bit more but really only knew how to brew coffee and a half forgotten music box that he still hadn't managed to get to play no matter how much he worked on the gears. This was the workshop of a man who liked to continually keep his mind busy. However in the corner was a little desk with a flickering lamp and hidden in one of the drawers at the very bottom was a letter splotched with faded ink blots still holding the lingering scent of green tea.
Sigurd of my heart,
It has been so long and I do not quite know how to start, I have attempted to start many letters in the past and something has always stopped my hand-- seized me, perhaps it is the fact that there are so many other things with which to occupy my time and energy-- things that would be more useful in the long run. There are so many projects here in this workshop that need completing and it seems as if my work is never done. I feel with certainty that if you saw this workshop, you would likely have a good chuckle at my expense, perhaps a well timed, "That is so totally like you, Hyu" and then you would drag me out to do something that -you- found to be productive (Please forgive me, I have never stopped using those -Solarian Italics-, I suppose you can take the man out of Solaris, but you cannot take the Solaris out of the man, eh?)
I do have someone to drag me out though for the most part she is very respectful of my space as well as of the past that I had before we met-- so when I am here in my sanctuary, she will call me out to make sure that I eat properly and that I retire to bed at a decent time somewhat before midnight. In that respect, perhaps she is very much like you-- though where you were a sunny beach that we used to dream about, she is a gentle river flowing past mountains and fields-- reminding me of my way if I happen to lose it.
This letter is silly, really. I doubt I will ever send it, after all I would not know where to send it to in the first place. Are you in the deserts of Aveh? Perhaps you are in Kislev or even sailing the seas of Aquavy; all of those places I could imagine you easily. Such a large world and with us being only two people, somehow there are possibilities between us, a distance that I cannot quantify but those sheer possibilites also manifest them in formulas and odds going through my head (Yes, Sigurd-- I still dream in numbers, diagrams and logic-- but occasionally there will be colours and sunlight as well.)
Contentment is such a surreal thing, is it not? That state where you are not precisely happy, but you feel as if your lot in life is not a horrible thing and while it is not what you would of chosen for yourself, it is the exact thing that you may need. I am content and while yes, I -do- have questions about where you are, what you have been doing up til this point in your life, and perhaps also wondering if you miss me like I so ardently miss you. I would understand if you did not as it was so very long time ago and attributed the fleeting fancies of two teenaged boys.
Please take care, Sigurd. Tis my hope and my prayer (funny that, a prayer from someone who does not believe that a god exists) that you are well; never does a day go by in my busy life where I do not tarry a moment to think about you-- even if it is the space of a moment or two.
Yours,
Hyu
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10/2/19 15:29 (UTC)~Hyu's letter reads very differently from Sigurd's, which is great since they're supposed to be by two different characters! That paragraph where Hyu talks of contentment was such a lovely descriptor of where he is in life now.
Yes, Sigurd-- I still dream in numbers, diagrams and logic-- but occasionally there will be colours and sunlight as well.
~I can't describe how much I loved this line! It was perfect. ♥
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10/2/19 15:35 (UTC)(no subject)
14/3/19 04:48 (UTC)THIS IS AMAZING
I love how you write him! Seriously, you have his voice so perfect that I can imagine this as a scene from the game itself, and I just... I am resisting the temptation to just keysmash here...
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14/3/19 11:22 (UTC)(no subject)
15/3/19 05:16 (UTC)Hahaha... a bit rusty *snerk* I actually just played the part of the game again where he first got into Heimdal to fight at the pirate lair a couple nights ago and was all "I haven't done this in five years" and actually wrote a fic inspired by that (which is on my DW here)
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15/3/19 05:17 (UTC)