#thank you very much v_v I thought it was only appropriate I make an effort in replying~

[bumblingbabooshka]

You have fooled me. You have, on this blog, woven an intricate story, a beautiful story, and recently I have found it ruined; and I hold you accountable for my newfound and quite immense displeasure. I thought T’Pel and her children were real. I started watching Voyager because I saw Tuvok and T’Pel and their kids and thought “There’s a story I want to follow! There’s an interesting family dynamic!” And you know what I did? I watched the show! The ENTIRE thing! And they never showed up. I think halfway through I realized what was going on and that it was all for naught, but I held out regardless, some naive sense of hope leading me to stick things out. There’s still time, I reasoned. Maybe they’ll show up! Maybe we’ll get to meet T’Pel, whom I adore from what I’ve seen on this blog! And maybe we’ll get to see Tuvok interact with his children, and get to see what a good, loving Vulcan relationship looks like. And then the final episode roles around, and my spirits are finally crushed, and look where we are now. How could you. How COULD you? I am utterly distraught, and it is entirely your fault for writing convincing and well developed characters. You have destroyed and betrayed me and I will never recover.

Who between us is to be more pitied? The one who was lured into a castle by the music played therein only to find it empty, or the one who sits in the throne at its center - ruler of a barren land? You stand there, incensed to action and I tell you you are right to be. But do not raise your pitchfork to my throat - I created this all from nothing. Surely, there's beauty in that? We are two clowns in this bereft circus but think of this: You at least had hope. You at least could follow that sweet music for a time. I, the creator, never had such bliss. I knew from the very start that Tuvok and T'Pel never truly interacted. He spoke of her briefly. We see a snippet of one child and hear little of another, the other two completely cloaked in mystery. With these shriveled seeds in my palm I have created what surrounds you now - this marvelous spectacle. At least you can listen to the music without the burden of creation. You can go to the Tuvok/T'Pel tag and read what I have written there without the dark gray mark signifying it as yours. You, at least, can pretend. I have no such luxury. So despair if you will. Rage, scream, cry onto my shoulder - what have you. But then please, dear traveller...you've come all this way.... Leave a comment. A kudos. A like. Anything to water these shriveled seeds of mine. (I look out at my paltry garden, a rueful little smile on my face. I close my eyes as the music begins to play again) Ah...I think it's coming. Another fic idea. It will give me a comment. 'Cute'. Two, if I'm lucky. The music is wretched, I know. Built on such paltry offerings. (I turn to you now. I wear the tired hope of a man who's glad for the company. The smile of the damned.) But it brought you here to me, didn't it? And isn't that beautiful? (I laugh, soft and low. It joins the music, makes it louder. My joy.) Isn't it beautiful?

Close your eyes...and listen.

#you had me in the first half not gonna lie #Q&A #thank you very much v_v I thought it was only appropriate I make an effort in replying~ #im-making-an-effort