A Wounded SoulNights were the hardest.A Wounded Soul by supergeek17
Joaquín laid staring up at the ceiling, picking idly at the bedclothes. The ceiling fan blades turned lazily, but he didn't truly see them. His mind was exactly seven thousand, four hundred thirty-one miles away.
Beside him, Ayame sighed in her sleep, shifted and wriggled under the blankets. Joaquín started to look at her out of the corner of his eye, but stopped himself when he remembered that he was still getting used to not having the vision in that eye. Instead, he turned his head and watched her steady breathing, almost envious of her and wanting to be in her place. He immediately regretted the thought and tried to pull it back in—for him to be in her place, she would have to be in his. As miserable as he was, he couldn't bear the thought of putting Ayame through his hell.
He sighed and turned to stare up at the ceiling again. He was lying on his back and it wasn't comfortable. He started to turn on his side, and a sudden overwh
IroniaWhen asked to define ironía, Joaquin would say that Sundays were hell. Starting late Saturday night, the mere thought of what was coming was so nerve-wracking that he couldn’t sleep and when he did it, was shallow, fitful and plagued by nightmares.Ironia by supergeek17
Then, early in the morning on Sunday, it began. He always knew it was coming, but as soon as it started, any touch with reality he might’ve had dissipated, and memories flooded his consciousness, completely overwhelming him.
All because church bells were ringing.
Clang—the look on Manolo’s face as he murmured his goodbyes—
Clang—the stirred up and breathed in, choking him, as the bell’s edge dropped to the ground, trapping his friend inside. He had the medal, so Joaquin knew he would live… or so he hoped—
Clang—the sensation of being thrown backwards from the force of the explosion—
Clang—coming to consciousness to the feeling of w
[TBOL] Love More Than Love is OursJoaquin wasn't the type of person to run away from a problem, but that's what he'd done. He'd run away and hidden himself in one of the guest bedrooms of the Posada estate after his one-sided conversation with General Posada and María, the former moreso than the latter.[TBOL] Love More Than Love is Ours by supergeek17
His cheeks flushed warm at the thought. One the one hand, he understood where the General was coming from. He wanted María to have a comfortable life with someone who would take care of her. Joaquin's military career was stable, he had the best education one could get, and he was of good stock and social standing. He was the perfect match for María.
Now if only he wanted to marry her to begin with. They were close, despite his decade long absence from her life... and that was where their relationship stopped. In the privacy of the bedroom, he tried to imagine a life with María. The future he faced was vague, but the dissatisfaction it held for both of them was clear. He loved María, but he could
I suppose I should have written this up earlier but no big deal.
So like I'm kind of out to my boss Tori. Like I've told her about my gender thing in brief, and she's been chill about it. On Friday at 5, my phone randomly rings and it's Tori and I'm thinking, Why the hell are you calling me at this hour of the weekend?
Turns out the reason she was calling me was to ask me if I would rather be called Casey all the time and how she planned on doing it with the kids and how to ease them into my whacking all my hair off this summer and basically how she wanted to respect and not erase my identity.
I was chill on the phone (and wanting to choke my dad for mimicking me saying things would be fine, cool, awesome, whatever), but inside I was (and still am) positively losing my shit because this is more respect than I've ever gotten from anyone who wasn't online. Seriously, my own parents don't even try this hard.
I'm going to explain things to her and Elisabeth, her replacement, tomorrow. I wrote a little guide for them because I think Tori thinks I'm Trans*, so I need to clarify things. I'm excited and nervous and wooooow. I feel so validated.
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