Karakael (
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dramadramaduck2014-02-14 01:29 pm
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[Karakael is curled up at a window-seat, back against the wall and looking out at his desert home. He wears an outfit from the Inquest he abandoned long ago - a dark pink cloak molding with the flesh of his bare chest that pools at his waist and joins the black leggings and kilt. He wears a silver mask with vivid blue tears dripping from the eyes.]
Strange to think how much can change in a mere Earth year. Strange too how much one can gain and lose in that same amount of time.
Kefka is gone, likely for good. I wonder which is worse, knowing that he still lives but with no memory of this place...or realizing that his memory might fade from my mind as well, erasing the time we spent together.
In my world being ripped apart by time and fate is not unusual. Often lovers would watch as their loved ones were frozen in time, knowing that what once was passion would fade into history in a hundred years time. Death for one, forgetting for the other...
This is the first time I've been on the side of the forgotten rather than the forgetter. Strange, how it stings, making one wonder what the point of love is at all, if it is nothing but fleeting.
Really, is it worth it?
Strange to think how much can change in a mere Earth year. Strange too how much one can gain and lose in that same amount of time.
Kefka is gone, likely for good. I wonder which is worse, knowing that he still lives but with no memory of this place...or realizing that his memory might fade from my mind as well, erasing the time we spent together.
In my world being ripped apart by time and fate is not unusual. Often lovers would watch as their loved ones were frozen in time, knowing that what once was passion would fade into history in a hundred years time. Death for one, forgetting for the other...
This is the first time I've been on the side of the forgotten rather than the forgetter. Strange, how it stings, making one wonder what the point of love is at all, if it is nothing but fleeting.
Really, is it worth it?

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[TW: vague allusions to abuse]
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I am glad you have escaped them.
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But tell me...if you had never felt love, would you ever miss it?
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Because...
Because he's an amazing, wonderful man at the beginning of his life. He has seen horror and become stronger for it, taken a whole world's scorn and rejection and made it part of himself.
And inspite of everything he has gone through, he has not lost his capacity for wonder. Chaos runs though his veins and he remakes the world anew around him. In many ways, he has a stronger conviction than any of us could hope for, and he uses it to care - in his own way - for those around him.
He has yet to be broken by the world and that is...refreshing. He is kind without being idiotic and hopeful without being naive.
And he cared for me back. He was fascinated with who I am, rather than who I was, and accepted my fractured soul without flinching. He found my scars fascinating, not shameful or hideous. And...and he promised to remain until my story was done. He held off from destroying the thing he hates most because of his affection for me.
There is much to love about Kefka. He is -was- a wonderful, amazing young man. It is...hard to accept a future without him.
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Tragic, doomed love is a tale more common than realized. Such love is a common theme for certain art forms in my world, but everyday romances rarely have such a length for mourning.
You have my sympathies: for what is romantic in a story can be unbearable to experience.
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There is romance in suffering beautifully, but in reality it's much more mundane and painful.
I may not have lived for as long as you have, but I do know something of heartache. Just as the agony is exaggerated, so is the length: the keenness of the pain will subside, and you'll be left a better person for the experience.
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I hope you are right. And perhaps he will fade from my mind faster simply because he was never from my universe.
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